This Could’ve Been Bad

So, I don’t wear makeup. It’s not my thing and it never has been, and I am completely fine with that. I used to think I just hadn’t reached that “magic age” when I’d suddenly look at the stuff and it would all make sense, but it never came (and I feel like it should’ve by now). I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just not meant for me, and again I utter: I am completely fine with that.

But then come the makeup trials.

I didn’t plan for two. In fact, I only wanted one. Just one lady who would do it perfectly on the first attempt because she could read my mind and pull out what I couldn’t articulate, and it’d be magical and I’d sign the contract and we’d be best friends forever. But this didn’t happen. None of this. What did happen was unwanted fake eyelashes and disappearing cheeks bones and Batman actually RECOILING when he saw me. Like, for real, guys. He jumped back. And he sees me first thing every morning.

Now, I’m not bashing on this artist. She did her thing, and maybe for another client, it would’ve been perfect. It just didn’t work for me. She drew on a completely new face, and even though I’m not winning super model of the year, I think my face is decent enough to keep. I just wanted some enhancements and I got a new set of eyes and no cheekbones. Call me crazy for wanting to look like myself in my wedding day.

I wanted to like it. I really did. I wanted to spin around and see the doves and hear the harp and just know this is what I was going to look like when I married Batman. But again, none of that happened. She spun me and I think I might’ve winced because who the hell was that? It… did not look amazing. It also didn’t look like me. At all. It looked like some version of myself that took a wrong turn somewhere, like a Caitlin who maybe had a tougher time in life. I wanted it to be perfect, but I ended up wondering how much people would truly look me in my face on my wedding day because I hoped they wouldn’t. That’s when I knew it wasn’t a go.

I took Batman with me on the second trial because I figure if he’s going to recoil, I should know sooner rather than later. Thankfully, he didn’t. He loved it, and that’s probably because the lady paid attention to what I wanted (a natural look) and how I wanted to feel (like I wasn’t wearing makeup). It only took two trials, but this could’ve been bad. It was the thing I was putting off to last because I knew I would have issues.  But I’m glad it’s over.

And yes, even though Batman saw my day-of makeup, it’s still OKAY. He has no idea what the whole thing is going to look like and honestly, neither do I, but I’m hoping it will all come together nicely. 😊

How many makeup trials did you have? Do you wear a lot of makeup, or prefer to go natural like me? What are your thoughts on your partner’s makeup?

2 thoughts on “This Could’ve Been Bad

  1. Lidy says:

    I had only one. The artist did something similar like the first one. Only difference was I still looked me but a red carpet Oscar version.
    My second trial was on my wedding day. The daughter of my mom’s friend did my makeup and it came out great. Lesson learned, the first trial is a test, a throwaway. It’s the one that comes after that matters.

    Like you, I haven’t worn makeup much. Used to in HS but with the free makeup that used to come in magazines and stores like to give out. Was interested in learning how to use makeup but no one taught me. Nowadays the only thing I do to my face is wash, moisturize and use chapstick. For special occasions I’ll use chapstick, lipstick and lip gloss combo, mascara, a bit of eyeliner and brush my cheeks.

  2. Loni Townsend says:

    I’d never heard of a makeup trial before. I guess the thought of someone else doing my makeup for me was never a consideration.

    I don’t wear makeup often, but I do have it, and I manage pretty decently when I apply it. I’ve got some weird mental trauma when it comes to my looks though. I remember going to a dance in high school (alone, because no one asked me) with my glasses and braces. My mom helped me do my hair and makeup, and I gaped at my appearance in wonder. I said, “I look pretty!” It was the first time I felt like I really looked good. My mom got a serious look on her face and said, “I think we need to have a talk about vanity.” It sent the message that I wasn’t allowed to appreciate the way I looked. As such, the rest of my life I’ve been caught with warring opinions of “f*ck makeup” and “yeah, I know I look damn good when I wear makeup. Thanks for appreciating it.”

    I agree that you have a great face, and I’m glad you found someone who can complement it rather than hide it. Woot!

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