Each week our no-holds-barred beauty blogger Grace Gold picks apart a hot topic beauty story. It’s our version of an op-ed…with lipstick, laser treatments, and eyeliner.
Nothing would delight my 11-year-old heart more than when my mother announced we were stopping by the mall.
But it wasn't the shopping, the adorable puppies at the pet store, or the decadent cinnamon buns and frosted cookies on display that interested me—it was the department store cosmetics counter. I knew my mom only replenished her moisturizer and lipstick during gift time, and that meant a cosmetics bag filled with delectable minis would soon be in my possession.
When I finally got my hands on freebie samples, I would divvy up my gifted goods in my Caboodle organizer and call on my friends and always-obliging little sister to do makeovers.
One day I was told there may be something wrong with my favorite pasttime. I was giving a makeover to one of my best friends at her house, and her father walked into the room and yelled, "Wash that crap off your face." He promptly sent me home. My friend told me the next day at recess that she was no longer allowed to have me over because her parents said I was a bad influence.
I knew what bad behavior was, and I knew I wasn't guilty of it. I also knew my latest purple quad acquisition looked awesome on my girlfriend's green eyes, and I was miffed that I couldn't blend the plum shades on her lids again. What the heck was the problem here?
Then I learned more about the issue adults had with girls my age playing with makeup. As friends jealously watched while I slicked on pink lip gloss and patted my nose with a mini compact powder in the school bathroom, they explained they weren't allowed to use makeup until they were 16. I slowly came to learn that makeup wasn't always considered creative fun, and instead carried sexual connotations when placed in the hands of a young girl.
Looking back at my innocuous play at that age, I still wonder if there are any legitimate reasons to assume such experimentation could be harmful.
I'm personally forever grateful my parents saw no issue with my girlhood beauty experiments. I credit those days spent discovering and exploring makeup with what has evolved into my greatest passion, and my career.
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