September 9th, 2025 - A Makeup Journey Day
I remember the first time I wore makeup, a caked-on foundation that was three shades too dark for my skin and dark brown chunky block eyebrows over my blonde, undefined hair. My best friend and I had spent hours in her bathroom, giggling as we applied it, convinced we looked like grown-up movie stars, and to be honest, it was her idea. Some may say it was a bad influence, and looking back, I would agree. The foundation was so thick it felt like a second skin, which isn’t a surprise; it was a £5 Superdrug one, and I remember the distinct, slightly chalky scent of it, but it was still a fan favourite for about 3 years. I never used to wear any other makeup, so I would look orange with no lips in sight and dark brows and blue eyes, which is hilarious to me now. My mum is a brutally honest woman; therefore, she hated every moment of this phase, most likely because it resulted in my snooping in her drawers for other makeup bits for me to steal, damage or use. I didn't get it at the time, but now I know she was trying to keep a straight face while looking at her daughter, who had just applied clown makeup for the first time.
