I am a girl. Not an artist, or a professional, just a girl who loves the effects of makeup.

My lip lines aren't straight, my eyeliner isn't small and equal, my eyelashes could be longer, and my cheeks could look thinner. My nose could look smaller, my double chin visibly vanish, and I would feel so much better. That is if only I could get passed the struggles of makeup.

My want and need for sleep outweighs the ability and want to do my makeup. Do I want to look pretty for the guy I like? Yes, but I don't think of that when I wake up in the morning. I think of the next time I get to be alone in my room, the next time I don't have work, and the next time I get to sleep.

But yet I try, I try to motivate myself to care about doing makeup, I try to make it have a bigger advantage, and I try to feel better about my ability to complete the task.

I remind myself it is not for some guy or even a girl that I do this. It is for ME! I am the one who loves it, I am the one who loves to dress and look pretty, I am the one who wants to feel good about me.