Growing up I was never really counselled in the ways of becoming an adult. Everything I learned about sex, periods, babies, shaving, drugs, smoking, even make-up was learned along the way. I suppose my mom was shy about having those conversations because we NEVER had them.
I remember when I had my first visit from Aunt Flow; I told my mom that I thought I may have started my period as I trust a pair of stained underwear in her face.
OMG I can’t believe I told you that. Seriously, I was twelve. It happens. That’s life; lets move on.
Her reaction; “Yup, you got your period.” then stood up walked away, and returned with a bundle of Kotex in her hand.
That was it. Nothing more. Ever.
I began dabbling in make-up when I was about 14 years old. I remember the older girls wearing blue eyeliner and I wanted to too. I stole a tube from my mom’s make-up drawer and snuck it into my room.My heart raced while I quickly shut the door behind me and help my breath. I walked to the mirror and began testing my technique, then wiped every trace of it from my face when I was called for dinner.
Once the application technique was perfected, I felt I was ready to face the older girls as school. I proudly applied this awful blue eyeliner, only to my bottom lashes before heading to school. I walked from my room and came face-to-face with my mom.
“Get that shit of your face. You’re not going to school like that.” was her response.
I was heartbroken that after all that effort I was shot down so. I refused. As I ran to grab my school bag my mom as yelling after me – I can’t remember what – but I remember the hot tears that stained my face as I ran from the house and towards my bus stop.
I remember that I was too embarrassed I was crying to wait for the bus and walked the entire way to school that day. My eyeliner was gone by the time I got there from wiping away the tears. Instead, I had a messy tear streaked face as the principal met me at the front doors.
“Your mom called, she was worried that you weren’t coming today. Do you want to talk about anything?” he said as he eyed my red face fresh from crying.
“No, it’s okay” I said calmly.
“You know Sam. You don’t need to wear that make-up anyway. You’re a beautiful young girl and in time you can wear all the make-up you want, even though, you don’t need it.” He said as he placed his arm on my shoulder. I leaned in and hugged him, thanking him for being so nice.
“You can wait in my office if you’d like while you calm down. I’ll go to the class and let your teacher know you’re here.” He said as he lead me to the couch in the office.
“Thanks.” I didn’t look up at him.
When I got home from school my mom made me hand over the eyeliners I had taken from her. I handed her two of the three I had taken without anymore than a glace at her. I was so embarrassed that she had told the principal about this and mad that she wouldn’t even talk to me about it – like every other issue it was swept under the rug and ignored.
I don’t know when or how, but I started wearing make-up shortly after that because I can remember applying lipstick in the girls washroom the day of my grade eight graduation pictures.
To this day I still love wearing eye make-up the most. Mascara is my vice.
Sexy time!
That’s the best I can do at giving you my sexy face. Though, it looks more like I’m giving you the Stink Eye.
I’m giving away a tube of L’Oreal Double Extend Beauty Tubes Mascara at my review blog Glamorous Geek – whether you’re the winner or not, there’s a discount code for you to get $5 off a tube for yourself!
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Make-up was a non-issue for me in jr. high, as I went to a Catholic school that forbade it. I had an entirely different experience in high school: I hated make-up. My mom begged me to wear it, but I hated the feel of anything on my face. (My skin is super-sensitive.) I only started to love make-up in my twenties, when I learned to approach it like a drag queen.
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All of my “sex ed” came from that damned video in grade six. Unfortunately, I was living with my dad when I got my period, so no pearls of wisdom from Mom there. I was never taught how to use make-up properly, so I still only use mascara, concealer, eye liner, and brow pencil (and all of that sparingly). I just don’t feel comfortable playing with blush and/or eye shadow, so I always feel very self-conscious when I wear it, like it’s super-conspicuous.
Kinda makes me hope that if I ever had a child, I don’t have a daughter: I wouldn’t know what to do with her! lol
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you’s one fine lookin hooka.
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Your stink-eye is kinda the hotness.
And really, who doesn’t want to win makeup when you say it will make me a whore?
There’s a chance we’re related. My mom tossed a box of Kotex at me, too. It’s probably good I have sons, for I have no good core to teach them from. However, my eyes will look pretty when the time comes for me to sputter out some answer to them!
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that’s exactly how my mom would have handled things, had i stayed. awful. i’m sorry buddy.
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Same mother perhaps?
My mum never wears makeup so everything I learned came from one of those cheapo combo palettes and a lot of trial and error. Still rather wary of blush and eyeshadow technique is limited to a lick of colour. I can rock that eyeliner though – it took many many years of practice.
You look HAWT! Poor little Sammy!
I wore tons of makeup throughout highschool…. A certain yellow eye shadow and BLUE mascara comes to mind…..
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My mom wanted to have a heart-to-heart and cry and reminisce about her experiences. I just wanted her to throw a box of Kotex in my face. LUCKY.
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i still, at 30, don’t know how to wear makeup. my mother always wore none, and my stepmom always wore too much…and neither one of them ever took the time to talk to me about it….so, i’m a makeup LOSER. i wing it…
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Love it!
I think we had the same mothers…and the sad thing is…I think I’m becoming the same mother with my girls.
My first experience with a tampon (with no instruction from my mother) was inserting it and leaving the cardboard in…Duh!
I learned everything I know from my girlfriends.
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me too at the age of 32 don’t know; how, where and what to exact wear in makeup. i think i should learn makeup training courses.
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