It snowed mightily and stopped absolutely nothing here. After a night of listening to snow plows and the supers of my building scraping snow from the sidewalk, I woke up to more snow drifting from the sky and massive piles of snow to trudge through on the way to work. I had hoped that work would get canceled, even though I’m not rich and I wasn’t desperately looking for time to do other things. I just didn’t want to have leave my nice little hides hole of an apartment to go wade through snow.
I’ma not crazy about snow. I’m just not into it. Remember that time I went skiing and slid down a mountain on my back? It’s on this blog somewhere, you can go read it and come back. If the world ends in a blizzard, I’ll just die.
im feeling stressed because everything in my work and career path is just… making me tired. I’m tired of being overlooked and I want more. More money, better work assignments, more meaning, more praise. MORE. I’m tired of one step forward and two steps back. I’m not getting fired, apparently I’m ‘good at my job’ but I’m also not moving forward to anything. Yes, pandemic and I’m in a retail field and am lucky to live in a city where people shop to feel like they’re worth something, so luxury stores are still open. But that doesn’t change how I feel.
One day, not yesterday or anything – it was awhile ago, somebody told me that I was ‘too black to wear makeup’. She said there was no point because no one could see it on my skin. Being a patient person, I didn’t bother reacting the way that they may have hoped. I wanted to turn that phrase around in my brain for awhile.
Too Black To Wear Makeup.
I kept talking at the time, carefully watching the person’s face. They seemed so angry that I would dare to do this makeup thing! The woman’s head was literally shaking. I looked her over, looking at her makeup- which was the type of makeup worn to enhance rather than blind. I thought carefully about whether or not her words hurt me. Finding that they didn’t, I put those words away for later, when they would be useful and advantageous to me.
Like, oh, say- today.
Black women wearing makeup:
Now these people are of varying shades of dark, but let’s agree that they are visibly of the shade that would make people identify them as ‘black’. or ‘negro’ or what have you. THEY ARE ALL WEARING MAKEUP. The makeup is visible upon their faces, I can see it and it is there.
Therefore? There is no such thing as being too black to wear makeup.
Black women selling makeup:
This woman is not only ‘black’ (or ‘negro’ or whatever) she is African- which is basically like the ultimate black of blackness. She is not only WEARING makeup, but she has been paid a fair sum of money to WEAR the makeup and as we have seen in previous photos, the makeup is visible upon her skin and looks rather nice!
Ain’t that something?
I mean- there it is, right? But I guess that’s not enough. I’m kind of into proving things beyond a shadow of a doubt, so let’s look at some more photos.
Sassy with no makeup:
This is how I look without makeup. This is an actual progression of photos over the past year. There is NO makeup- but my skin is amazing, wouldn’t you agree? I like it. I’ve also improved over the last year, lol!
But again- I am NOT wearing makeup. And I think that we can all agree that I am ‘black’. If anyone doesn’t agree, you may need some glasses.
Sassy in no makeup makeup:
Now sometimes I am guilty of wearing subtle ‘no makeup makeup’ meant to make me look a little more bright-eyed and bushy tailed than when I rolled out of bed. However? It’s still makeup, and I am ‘black’ and I am WEARING it. My lashes look insane! #love
Now, in this set the makeup is getting a little more intense, and when you get to the last shot I think we can all agree that there is a makeup ‘lewk’ happening. There’s some gold on the eyelids and some berry on the lips. There is blush and I know I left a sinkful of products in the bathroom when I ran out of the house wearing this MAKEUP on my ‘black’ skin.
Sassy and red lipstick are besties:
because I have this amazing dark skin (which causes me to be identified as ‘black’ or ‘negro’ and so on) I can wear some boldness on my face. My favorite socially acceptable bold statement is red lipstick. It just instantly says- Hey world! I am Black and WEARING MAKEUP!
Ok, that’s not why I wear it- I wear it because it’s pretty and I like the way my lips look in it. Because most women that wear makeup are usually wearing whatever they have on for that particular reason. It pleases me, and makes me feel attractive. It kinda doesn’t matter very much what someone else wants to project onto me. As long as my lipstick is not on my teeth? It’s all good.
Sassy is just doing her thing:
It is not up to anyone else to define me as too anything to do anything. That is my judgement call. People have called me a lot of nasty things over the course of my life, and I felt it more when I hadn’t proved to myself what I am. I’m beautiful. I’m unique. I’m amazing. There is no one like me on the whole planet. No one can take my place or subjugate me or degrade me or anything. I am me and I am perfect.
Gosh darn it- I LIKE me!
So although some may not like my dark color, I am good with it and I will wear makeup when I feel like it.