- Post starter
- #13
Lady of Longbourn
VIP Member
I was getting into red lipstick.
Like this (which I own):
View attachment 19
It's beautiful, rich and so sexy. But it really takes some guts for me to wear. When most of the time I struggle with giving myself permission to even wear makeup, red lipstick is hard. Not to mention difficult to wear becasue it takes work to put it on and checking during the day. Though the lipstick it self is very easy, it doesn't need lots of reapplying and it doesn't feather almost at all. But bowed out of red for now and I am getting into pinks, both soft and bright. I'll work myself up to red.
Love love lipstick.
Got my new eyeshadow palette and I'm having fun with the rose, picks and gold in it. I watched some YouTube videos using the palette and it's fun to play with and enjoy. I don't need as much 'permission' with this palette and I'm using it almost guilt free.
I was but was only given more cheap razors and blades. I would always end up nicking myself at least 3 to 5 times. Now, as an adult, I buy better razors and blades and never cut myself. Never. Sometimes things were just so damn difficult in my house growing up.
It was the same with Cd players. I used them all the time, hours a day but I was given the cheapest they could find. When my CD player would break and I had to ask for a new one, it was terrible. The guilt, the blame, even the yelling my mother and stepfather would get into simply about battery's I used. When my husband learned I loved music he bought me an iPod, no batteries needed. I used it for 3 years before I got my iPhone and the iPod still works. All the damn guilt, simply caused by getting the cheapest thing possible.
I can't explain it. It was simple this guilt I felt. Guilt over needing clothing, guilt over needing tampons. Having 2 bras for 5 years, which didn't fit and hurt becasue I outgrew them. The little things just added up and up into a huge mountain of issues, neglect and most of them just plain ignoring me.
I should say that we were not poor. Pretty...rich actually. And my father gave lots in child support but I think when my mother had to quit her job, that she started using my child support money as part of her income. It was a LOT in child support and I was never able to figure out where it all went ever month.
It was always so hard to speak up and to ask. It was so awkward and really hurt. I remember my grandmother got me a hoodie and some underwear for Christmas. I was so grateful becasue I desperately needed them and then it was just one less thing I needed to ask for.
Sorry. :( I ended up going on and on. It's all just so painful to me. It still hurts. School hurt terribly becasue I would be made fun of for wearing the same pants or not being groomed.
So now it's like I am trying to learn and catch up to all those things I missed and should have learned as a girl.
Like this (which I own):
View attachment 19
It's beautiful, rich and so sexy. But it really takes some guts for me to wear. When most of the time I struggle with giving myself permission to even wear makeup, red lipstick is hard. Not to mention difficult to wear becasue it takes work to put it on and checking during the day. Though the lipstick it self is very easy, it doesn't need lots of reapplying and it doesn't feather almost at all. But bowed out of red for now and I am getting into pinks, both soft and bright. I'll work myself up to red.
Love love lipstick.
Got my new eyeshadow palette and I'm having fun with the rose, picks and gold in it. I watched some YouTube videos using the palette and it's fun to play with and enjoy. I don't need as much 'permission' with this palette and I'm using it almost guilt free.
I wasn't even allowed to shave
I was but was only given more cheap razors and blades. I would always end up nicking myself at least 3 to 5 times. Now, as an adult, I buy better razors and blades and never cut myself. Never. Sometimes things were just so damn difficult in my house growing up.
It was the same with Cd players. I used them all the time, hours a day but I was given the cheapest they could find. When my CD player would break and I had to ask for a new one, it was terrible. The guilt, the blame, even the yelling my mother and stepfather would get into simply about battery's I used. When my husband learned I loved music he bought me an iPod, no batteries needed. I used it for 3 years before I got my iPhone and the iPod still works. All the damn guilt, simply caused by getting the cheapest thing possible.
I can't explain it. It was simple this guilt I felt. Guilt over needing clothing, guilt over needing tampons. Having 2 bras for 5 years, which didn't fit and hurt becasue I outgrew them. The little things just added up and up into a huge mountain of issues, neglect and most of them just plain ignoring me.
I should say that we were not poor. Pretty...rich actually. And my father gave lots in child support but I think when my mother had to quit her job, that she started using my child support money as part of her income. It was a LOT in child support and I was never able to figure out where it all went ever month.
It was always so hard to speak up and to ask. It was so awkward and really hurt. I remember my grandmother got me a hoodie and some underwear for Christmas. I was so grateful becasue I desperately needed them and then it was just one less thing I needed to ask for.
Sorry. :( I ended up going on and on. It's all just so painful to me. It still hurts. School hurt terribly becasue I would be made fun of for wearing the same pants or not being groomed.
So now it's like I am trying to learn and catch up to all those things I missed and should have learned as a girl.
Attachments
Last edited by a moderator: