A Freestyle Piece: Makeup to Make Up - 11/16/11

"My words fell on deaf cheeks, compliments stifled by a belief that beauty is only as deep as the coat of makeup. Her eyes were shadowed by insecurity, never shining or looking directly at another for fear of being seen rather than looked at; eyes lined with fear. Blush was ubiquitous, as she was constantly embarrassed for herself. Her foundation was irony, considering she had no ground to stand on. Her self-esteem washed on and off, she drew on confidence, and, to her, her looks were purchased in bottles. MAC, L'Oreal, and CoverGirl were all like private plastic surgeons, giving her a 'perfect' face whenever she desired. She wore red lipstick for the days when her lips were so bound together by timidity that she only read lips and couldn't speak. Every other day they were nude, the only time she would be bare, the only time she would simply show herself. She was the only person that could see through it all, her saline tears searing through the layers of vanity like acid through a stack of paper. And when it was all said and done...she and herself had to make up before she could put on any more makeup."

-A. Lewis