Beauty Cult-ure
Tell me how you’d know that I’m in the beauty industry. My proclivity for bathroom selfies? My pseudo-obsession with skin elasticity and collagen? My shelves of skincare, makeup and hair products? Maybe. Or maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between me and what seems like your average beauty-influenced internet overconsumer. I’ve always loved playing with makeup and trying different things with my hair. When I was little, my mom gave me a an ice-blue Revlon eyeshadow and an ugly-but-well-loved red lipstick. I was so excited to play dress up at my hand-me-down vanity table. Actually, that would be a great piece to refinish and use now! I was kind of a girly tom boy in high school. I wore mascara and concealer most days, and a little hit of eyeshadow for special occasions. I didn’t need to do anything special for my long, thick hair to look great. I was an athlete and band nerd, and didn’t think too much about how I looked. There were no cell phones or social m...
