It's hard to admit you have an addiction. After many years of abusing online makeup shopping and excessive visits to Sephora, I'm finally ready to open up about it. I didn't know this never-ending love would spiral out of control the first time I picked up a Naked 2 palette and swiped on "Chopper" and "Half-Baked" and learned that my inner corner of my eye must always, ALWAYS, be highlighted. When I saw how a few simple shadows could dramatically change me from a pubescent tween to slightly more mature-looking pubescent tween, I, like any other human with wifi and a few hours to kill, went to YouTube. This was the gateway to how I became a Makeupaholic.
I fell deeper in love with the world of makeup when I realized there was this community on the world wide web that discussed everything makeup artistry... and more. Jaclyn, Manny, Jeffree, Nikki, Chrisspy, Desi and many more have become household names, and for many, our best friends. We discuss the dewiest foundation, the longest-lasting setting sprays, the most matte liquid lipsticks, and of course, the highlighters that can be seen from space. These chit-chats would have me spend every dollar I have ever earned. Every. Dollar.
To make my addiction worse, I got a job at Sephora. At first, it was sensory overload. Then, I fell down the rabbit hole of knowledge and started to be able to do foundation matches with only just one swipe on the jawline, read off the long list of NARS blushes when people would chuckle about their names, and find that perfect nude lipstick when it would seem like such an impossible task. Working in a melting pot of brands and products caused me to basically work for free since I bought everything in sight. Now, my arsenal has grown so large I could make a whole village feel beautiful. As I go through the boxes and makeup bags and tubs of endless skincare and beauty products, I think to myself "How did you get to this point?" "Was it all worth it?" and I audibly respond to myself, "You need all of this."
For those of you reading this and realizing that, yes, I do have a problem, this is a problem that I don't want a cure for.
