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Yesterday afternoon, as I was preparing to leave the house, clothed, with makeup and all, I looked at the mirror for a last time.

I realized -- I look so mean.
I wasn't sure if it was the makeup or I really do look strict.
Some say I do though, but that's besides the point.

I didn't have much makeup on, really. I just did my eyebrows, had on a little eyeliner, mascara, blush, and not-so-red lipstick. I know it sounds much, but girls will know this is just the basics.

So anyway, I looked at myself, and much to my surprise, I felt fake. I suddenly felt like I had too much makeup on, and I wasn't happy. I felt like it wasn't me anymore.

Believe me, I have nothing against makeup. I think makeup's fun and allows you to be creative and all that. And the ones I mentioned above are actually what I put on everyday to school (sans eyeliner and mascara, which I only wear sometimes).

But for some reason, I felt weird. I wondered why I bother putting on so much makeup every single time I go out of the house. I mean, I've already tried going to school once with just BB cream and lipbalm (VERY minimal, believe me) and I wasn't treated any differently. Sure it felt weird, but at that time, I didn't feel the urge to at least do my brows. It felt freeing, to tell you honestly.

I began to wonder when I'll be contented to go out and not be pressured to look "appropriate".

I looked at the mirror again and contemplated on minimizing my makeup. In the end, I decided against it.

Hmmm.
Maybe one day. But that day's not yet today.