Oh, the problems of womanhood

I think when other girls were learning how to apply eyeshadow and foundation, I was busy learning about double dribbling and offensive rebounds. This is the only explanation as to how I, at the age of 22, still have problems applying makeup properly.

I guess technically this could be blamed on my mom. Growing up, the only makeup I saw her wear was blush, mascara, and lipstick. Who knows if she ever wore more makeup than this, or if this was the regimen she had time for as a busy mother of two with a full-time job. But her philosophy of makeup is the one I subscribe to--just the basics, please.

It's always worrying for me as I put on eyeshadow that I'm putting on too much, or the colors won't match, or whatever. I wind up debating in my head, "Does this purple eyeshadow look pretty, or like I've been punched?" Seriously, I think about this way more than I should. Ultimately, though, I put my worries behind me. I'm 22 years old: there's going to be no better time in my life to wear purple eyeshadow, so I might as well seize the day.