Ever since the day my sixth-grade fingers wrapped themselves around a tube of sparkly blue eyeliner, I’ve been fixated on cosmetics. It’s a heavy burden to carry (quite literally, my makeup bag is cumbersome); a habit that drains my bank account; and a passion that prevents me from ever qualifying as a “low maintenance girl” (trust me, I took a Buzzfeed quiz).
It’s not surprising then, that in my twenties I found myself working as a beauty editor, waxing poetic about the shadows and lipsticks and cheek stains that made me practically explode with excitement. What is surprising though, is a lesson I learned the second I moved to the makeup mecca of New York City: none of the cool kids wear makeup.
Keep reading for my theories about the phenomenon!