one thing i learnt, was that people have two appearances. there is the way they look when you're standing talking to them, which is the appearance we normally use to judge if someone is pretty or handsome or ugly.
and there is their appearance close up. the thing you soon realise when you're up close to them is that a face is not a smooth flat surface. there are blood vessels to contend with. pores, be they open or blocked. contours. muscles. various crevices, lines, nooks and crannies even before the aging process begins.
you see, that's the thing i didn't fully understand. i used to think that it was just my face that was like that. that mine was the only face in the world that needed to wear makeup. i thought for everyone else it was an optional extra rather than a physical necessity. because, being a hormonal raging teen, you analyze your own face a lot more than you analyze anyone else's. and, in a sense, you analyze it too much.
after all, you're the last person in the world who can ever truly know how you look. because when we're looking at our face, we're not really looking at our face. we're looking at the map we've seen one too many times that we can no longer see the landscape it represents through fresh eyes. we know every line. every contour. every inconsistency.
and we're drawn to the bits that we don't like.
true for any woman alive, no? well, i might be generalising but i pretty much think this is somewhat true.