I am such a slave to beauty products. Feeling beautiful is possibly one of the most wonderful things in my world. My confidence depends on feeling beautiful (most of the time). So I love diving into the makeup section of insert your favourite drug store here. I look at the products and I see my potential beauty: that shade of pink on my lips, that cool color of nail polish on my nails, that sparkly eyeshadow on my eyelids. All these little adjustments add up. They make me think I'm a goddamn movie star, even if it is drugstore makeup.
I am exactly what the makeup companies want. I am the girl who looks at Jessica Biel wearing JustBitten Lipstain and I want to look like her. I am immediately intrigued by the design and angle of packaging and advertisements. And it's just one of those things that fall under the category of things that are bad that I do that I have apathetic feelings towards. I mean yes, it seems very shallow that my confidence is based on the way I look and not my intelligence or other abilities. And yes, it seems shallow that I am easily persuaded by beautiful things.
But beauty is fascinating. The idea of beauty is so powerful. That there are people who are so beautiful that you're immediately drawn to without any logical reasons. That there are people you are so inclined to look at for a long period of time just for recreation. I spent some of my day looking at beautiful women on Google images with my pal Luc. We spent maybe fifteen minutes appreciating the way these people merely looked. We actually did that for fun.
Beauty is fascinating.
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