Look good, feel good

Growing up I was ever the tomboy. I lived on a dairy for five years and during that time, I climbed trees, camped out in the almond orchards, got dirty, built shit, tore shit down and had a grand time of it.

When I entered my teens, my concept of make-up was that horrible pastel-esque blue eyeshadow and very pink blush. I shied away from that. From all of that actually. My mom rarely wears make-up -- now and back then. Never had any interest learning how to apply it.

Then at age 27, something changed. I had known my friend and co-worker Jackie for a few years. We worked in Tracy together and she helped me get the job in Oakland. She had a MAC party. I remember thinking, "What the hell is MAC?" So I forked over my money and went. I had one of the lovely employees at the Berkeley store do my make-up and wah la. I didn't go overboard. I waited a year for that. But I was intrigued.

Jackie taught me about the "look good, feel good" concept. Even if you're feeling like shit, if you take care of yourself, if you look good, you will indeed start feeling better. It's so very true. I still do a piss-poor job of putting on make-up most of the time. But with my make-up savvy sister helping me, I'm doing better.

For example, tonight I'm feeling tired. But my make-up rocks. It helps me perk up a bit. I bet that soy peppermint mocha that I left in Hilary's car would have perked me too. Damn and blast! I want caffeine.