Since I was ten years old, I have been wearing makeup. I started with blush and lip gloss. I have advanced into different types of makeup. I now use primer, liquid foundation, concealer, foundation powder, contour powder, blush, highlighter, mascara, eyeshadow, eyebrow powder, eyebrow wax, lip stick and setting spray. So in the past nine years, I went from a rookie wearing makeup to an adult wearing makeup. I get many compliments on my makeup job when I am out, and I take pride in the compliments. But only because makeup is how I try to present myself to the world. I have horrible insecurities about my looks. But when I wear makeup, it covers that part of me that I do not want to showcase. Wearing makeup helps me become more confident, since I am not naturally confident in my own skin. It is sometimes hard to explain how makeup helps me hide my insecurities, but it is easier explain in poetry.

I sit down at my desk, and pull my mirror towards me.

It reflects what people call a face.

But I do not call it that.

I open my drawer, pulling out what makes my face.

I apply my primer, letting it set it in before making my skin.

I apply my foundation with my beauty blender, patting it on gently.

Then goes my powder.

Now you can finally see my face.

I outline with contour powder.

I blend it in with a blending brush.

I fill in my brows. making them stand out.

I make my cheeks rosy.

I highlight my face, making my features pop.

I paint my eyelashes, my eyes finally coming out of the socket.

I can finally see myself.

I stand up.

My mask is on.

No one can see what is underneath.

I am happy.