Why do I wear make-up? Newsflash! It’s not the result of oppression.
If you follow me on Instagram you’ll see a LOT of make-up, nail polish and hair colour related stuff popping up. I love make-up, nail polish and hair colour related stuff. I always have. It’s my vibrant little indulgence and it makes me happy.
Based solely on my Instagram feed, you’d probably assume that I am a shallow, vain excuse for a human being and a terrible feminist. Y’know, cause women only paint their nails and faces cause they’re oppressed and insecure, yeah? And we definitely only take pictures of ourselves and share them online cause we’re desperately seeking validation, right?
Wrong. Obviously I can’t speak for everyone, or anyone, else but I don’t, and have never, worn make-up for reasons of oppression or because I don’t feel worthy or acceptable or beautiful or interesting without it. It just isn’t about that for me.
I don’t believe that humans should be viewed as a collection of flaws to be corrected or hidden or altered in an attempt to become acceptable (regardless of what the advertising industry and mainstream media might say). I believe that we are incredible and awesome, whether we put coloured stuff on our skin or nails or not, whether we wear certain clothes or style our hair a certain way or not.
I believe that creativity and self-expression can bleed through into pretty much every area of life. My skin is a canvas. I paint it. Doing that is fun for me. I don’t do it because I think I need to. I do it because I WANT to, because I enjoy it and I get a kick out of temporarily changing my appearance, because I can.
The way I look is mine. It is a combination of genetics and nature and choice. My face and body and hands and hair belong to me and I sometimes wish to decorate them. If other people do not feel this desire, that has nothing to do with me. My body is my business. Other people’s bodies, and parts thereof, are not my business.
Sometimes I wear no make-up at all. Sometimes I put bright pink and blue powder on my eyelids and wear false eyelashes and paint my nails with glitter and dye my hair white or red or purple. I am the same person, with and without the adornments. I simply like adorning things, myself included.
I also don’t buy into the whole notion that people who choose to alter their appearance are somehow less ‘real’ than people who don’t. Expressing your creativity in a visible way - through make-up, clothes, tattoos, whatever - is an act of putting inside-feelings on the outside. There is nothing in the world that could convince me that doing that is not a thing of realness, or that it should be viewed as the result of being ashamed of who and what you are without visible additions.
I know the world and society and the media can be pretty messed up when it comes to women’s faces and bodies and actions and choices and…well, women in general, humans in general. I know so much advertising is based on exploiting insecurities and so much of this is directed at those of us who identify as female.
I know this is not ok.
I know SO many people in this bizarre little world of ours do all sorts of things to their faces and bodies and minds because they feel like they have to, whether they want to or not, and it breaks my glittery little heart. But that is absolutely not the motivation behind every sweep of eyeshadow, every smudge of lipstick, and it shouldn’t be assumed to be so.
I don’t think for a moment that anyone should ever feel they MUST look a certain way to achieve ok-ness. You are ok already, you know? You are, in fact, probably rather fantastic. If you don’t want to put colours on your skin or nails or hair, that’s fine, fabulous, perfectly cool. If you do want to, then go ahead and rock that choice. Look exactly the same or completely different every single day if that’s what floats your boat.
Do what you want with your face and body because it’s what you want to do. Enjoy it. Own it. But don’t for a moment think that you are better or more worthy than someone else because you do or don’t choose to smear coloured stuff on your skin or nails or put chemicals on your hair to make it look different.
And please don’t assume that those of us who enjoy decorating our outside-parts are lacking in confidence or self-esteem or security, or that we don’t feel that we also have talents, skills and emotional and intellectual qualities worth celebrating, or that we are horribly oppressed but completely in denial of it.
This is my BIG SECRET. This is the deep and meaningful reason behind why I wear make-up.
I like how it looks.
If you are a human who enjoys putting coloured things on your outside-parts and would like to make your nails the same colour as mine are in the picture above, the nail polish I used is Maybelline Color Show Brocades in Knitted Gold.
Fairytale of New York
Original by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl
This beautiful cover by Gianni and Sarah from Walk Off The Earth
This is one of my all-time favourite songs. My husband and I both get all smiley over it cause we tripped and fell in love some time around xxxmas a long fucking time ago and listened to this all the damn time back then for some reason.
Then a couple of years ago it was like the gods looked down and said “Hey, how about a version of this by a really hot lady and a bearded dude with long hair?”. I do like the really hot ladies and bearded dudes with long hair, especially when there’s such immense musical talent involved.
I know it’s kind of dark and not exactly a love song in the traditional sense (maybe that’s why it makes me happy), but these lyrics rip my heart out every time…
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it out alone
I’ve built my dreams around you
Whether Alanis Morissette has formed an integral part of the soundtrack to your life since you were 14 or you just know her as that woman who has sparked drunken debates about the meaning of the word ‘ironic’, give this song a listen and check out the lyrics.
The way we treat the people closest to us is reflected in the way we relate to the wider world and the ripples that we create. In our efforts to devote time and energy to causes and concepts and deserving strangers, don’t forget to afford that same consideration to yourself, your partners, your family and your friends.
There is no limit on love <3
How I’ve spun my wheels with carts before my horse
When shine on the outside springs from the root
Spotlight on these seeds of simpler reasons
This core, born into form, starts in our living room
My last Armpits4August blog entry…a bit about donation and some of what I’ve learned over the last month.
This is my current hair colour and I am all about the Live Colour XXL Ultra Brights right now!
The blue is Electric Blue 95 and the purple (just visible on the right, and on the underneath layer of my fringe) is Purple Punk 94. There’s a section on the top, which isn’t visible in the photo, which is a mix of the two shades.
I applied it to clean, dry, pre-lightened hair and left it to develop for an hour before rinsing. The colour you’re seeing here is what it looks like after a week and about 5 washes.
I’ve used the Raspberry Rebel shade before (a vibrant magenta) and it lasted for literally weeks. I actually had to use colour remover to get rid of it when I felt like a change.
While the Raspberry Rebel had a tendency to run - I only dyed the front section of my hair with it, but it bled through into the rest while I was rinsing it - the Electric Blue and Purple Punk stay exactly where they’re supposed to.
The colours work on natural hair too, although they aren’t as vivid and don’t last quite as long in my experience with mid-blonde caucasian/european hair. Applying them to damp hair and giving less development time also results in a not-quite-so-bright colour that doesn’t stick around for the same length of time, but is still pretty effective.
The colour looks exactly the same coming out of the tube as it does on the hair, so it’s really easy to blend shades and create your own unique colours if you aren’t keen on any of them straight out of the box.
You can refresh your colour by mixing some of the product with conditioner (I use about 2 parts conditioner to 1 part colour) if it starts to fade.
I beyond recommend this stuff. Seriously. It is the business. Also, it’s £5.49 from Superdrug and I’ve used maybe half of each of the two tubes I bought to get this incredibly vibrant result, so I still have plenty left over for touch-ups. That’s at least a month of two of super-bright hair for just under £11.
August is nearly over, I am now officially hairier than I have ever been and you know what? It’s kind of awesome! Without further ado, here are pictures (with part of my hands visible to give a sen…
Saw this, loved it, had to share.
I’ve always found it strange to define people (or yourself) by something they (or you) haven’t done.
Girls are so often taught by society that sex is something they shouldn’t want, shouldn’t be ready for, shouldn’t have, shouldn’t ‘give away’ lest they become somehow less-than…as if women have no sexual desires, as if they exist only to be pressured into doing something that they don’t want to do, as if they should maintain a state of societally-defined purity by not exploring and enjoying their bodies and the bodies of others.
This results in women who DO have sexual desires, who ARE ready, who DO want to have sex (however that is defined) being seen as wrong and unusual. Which is bullshit, obviously, especially as society also enforces upon us the idea that people who don’t feel sexual desire are also wrong and unusual.
Respect yourself, respect others, respect consent and boundaries :-)
At more than half way through my Armpits4August mission, I now have more visible hair on my legs and armpits than I have EVER had in my life! The funny thing is, the hair on my armpits is still bar…
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When I set up my JustGiving page, I chose a modest sponsorship goal of Â£50 because, lets face it, I’m not exactly running a marathon or jumping out of a plane here. I’m simply letting my body do so…
The last big shave has happened! My armpits and legs will now be unshaven for the whole of August. I’m feeling pretty good about it. It’s going to be interesting. It’s going to be a challenge. I’m …
Hello and welcome to Tanya’s Armpits4August 2013! That’s me up there, lurking behind my phone which will be used to document my experiences over the coming weeks. I discovered Armpits4August throug…
First post on my Armpits4August blog, where I try to explain why I’m doing this and pretty much just managed to ask myself more questions that I can’t answer yet :-)
No razing, just fundraising! Sponsored no-shave for PCOS and body acceptance.
I’m taking part in Armpits4August 2013 and have set up a blog and fundraising page. Check it out when you have a minute. If you can sponsor me (even just a little bit!) and help raise money for Verity, a charity which supports women with PCOS, I will shower you with thanks and love you forever <3
Just a thought, and maybe I’m missing something here, but why do public toilets have to be gendered spaces? Everyone pisses, everyone shits, most people wash their hands. Why must this occur only in the company of people who have the same genitals as ourselves, or rather people who others will automatically identify based on appearances as being likely to have the same genitals as them? Considering the amount of horribleness some humans have to deal with just to take a piss, can’t we just have toilets, for anyone?