#NOTINTERESTED: YOU LOOK BETTER WITHOUT MAKEUP
A HAIR FLIP BY SABREENA SALEEM
SWEATPANTS, HAIR TIED chillin' with no makeup on - that's when I'm the prettiest, I don't need your fucking song.
Guys are constantly talking about, tweeting about, singing about, how girls look so much better without makeup. And there's this notion that girls wear makeup to impress guys. *turns around in chair and looks you dead in your ignorant face*
First of all, bitch, we know. And while we're truly fucking honored that you decided to open your mouth and comment on the way we style ourselves, you can actually save all of that. Because listen, I am perfectly fine without makeup. I'm fully aware then when I wash my face and moisturize, my shit looks great. I know that if I wash my hair and use nothing but leave-in conditioner, my shit is entirely poppin. But I suppose maybe I moisturize and take care of my skin, condition my hair to maintain its healthiness all for you, right?
When you get ready in the morning, do you look at your outfit in the morning do you think about which shoes you should wear? Do you go to a store and buy clothes that are appealing to you? Do you get your haircut a certain way or put a hat you like on your head because that's what you feel like doing? And when you do these things, are you thinking about girls? BET.
When I get dressed in the morning, I look at my outfit and I decide whether it would look flee with a bare face, or maybe some winged liner for some emphasis. Or maybe I'm wearing a certain color and I think it'll really pop with a neutral or peachy smokey eye. It's possible that that wearing my hair in a low bun keeps my look sleek rather than wearing it down. What in all of the fucks does that have to do with you? Oh, right, it's to impress you.
Well, my g, it's actually not. Did you know that I've gone to the club in sweatpants & no makeup? Like, I've actually skipped a line and gotten into a club wearing sweatpants, while girls in heels and men just like you waited outside - and I still ended up at a table with bottle service. None of that means anything to me, but if y'all wanna insist we look a certain way for men, you should probably chill, cuz I went to the club not giving the slightest fuck. And my friends and I show up looking weird as hell. It's not our fault clubs are designed to use girls to get dudes to spend a bunch of money. The dress code, the places for girls to dance on booths and tables, the half-dressed girls taking orders and carrying champagne bottles with sparklers on them? All arranged by y'all. We all know this. So when I tell you that I went to the club in sweatpants, anything you say about me doing it for y'all is pretty much invalid.
What's funny is, if I'm sitting here at the club, sweatpants, hair tied, whatever other light-skin bullshit lyrics you wanna put in my ear, and a bad bitch walks in with heels and hair that btw YOU CAN'T TELL IS BUSTIN' WITH EXTENSIONS CUZ YOU'RE IGNORANT, you are definitely gonna turn your head and look at her. Shit, so am I. She bad (by the way, fuck it up boo your hair looks great where u get them extensions at is that Bellami?). Shit doesn't bother me at all. She prolly isn't interested in you anyway, she prolly just came to dance. And lowkey, her confidence is probably gonna be boosted when she steps into the bathroom and all the other girls lose their shit. Honestly, a compliment from a girl means way more than one from a guy. So when I tell you that any attention on me shifts to shorty because she looks good AF, anything you say about "your preference" goes right in the trash with the rest of your Drake lyrics.
Now I love doing makeup. I love playing with my look, styling myself, and buying clothes that catch my eye - just like you do when you wake up and decide to wear colors that don't clash. I lack all visual artistic ability. I can write, I can play music; but if you ask me to draw, paint, or whatever, I will create some of the worst shit you've seen in your life. But if you give me some makeup brushes and a palette, I can blend out a smokey eye like nobody's business. I can make straight, sharp lines with liner, and I can play with light, contour, all that shit - all with my hands. It's just something that makes me feel really good.
I dated this guy for a while who insists that girls shouldn't wear makeup, and he strongly believes that girls wear makeup to impress men. I didn't go out of my way to change anything about myself for him, but I did like doing little things I knew he liked. In the morning, I'd go to my vanity and look at all my beautiful color palettes and brushes - it's one of my favorite parts about getting ready because it's just so fun and I get to really be creative. But sometimes, I would look in the mirror and I would remember that something he really liked is when I had a bare face and natural hair. So I'd turn off my vanity light, get up from my chair, and put on something comfortable. I felt fine. I didn't feel like I was less pretty. And I knew that he would never actually ask me to not wear makeup, but it was a decision I made because I liked doing little things for him. Yeah, in an effort to impress him, I skipped my favorite morning routine every once in a while.
So how does not wearing makeup to impress a guy make any fucking type of sense? It doesn't. When I was getting ready, I was actually thinking about a dude, whereas before I was just getting ready and doing my thing - thinking about nothing other than the music I was playing in the background.
I could go on about this for days, but there's no need. Girls are fucking beautiful - with or without makeup, baggy jeans or a short skirt, long hair or none - because a girl wearing something she likes is a girl that's glowing. And that's more beautiful than anything money can buy or makeup can cover up. So please, keep that shit out of our ears and out of our twitter feeds, because we are fucking magic, and so we're 100% #NOTINTERESTED.
