When teaching women how to do their own makeup whether it be a one on one consulting session or in a room full of young girls, there is one thing I always notice; they all get furious at themselves for not applying everything perfect the first time.
CHILL OUT! It’s just makeup! You think I get winged liner perfectly even EVERY single time on the FIRST try?! HELL NO! That’s why the cosmetic gods created Q-Tips and makeup remover!
Whoa…wait….is there another meaning here? Should you be listening to your own advice Malia? Of course I should, of course there is, this is a damn inspiring article after all.
So what is it?
Well, much like eyeliner and contoured cheek bones, things can get messy, things can get harsh, things can blur and bleed when you wanted clean edges; just like life. Personally I have always been a perfectionist. Often crying after elementary school because I got a 97% on a test where I felt anything less than 100% meant failure. In the end it was still an A, to me, it felt like an F. This same patronizing voice that tells me if it’s not perfect, right on time or on some schedule that I deemed important, I’m failing to this day.
Why do I care so much? Why do any of us expect perfection on our first try? Why do we all hate ourselves so much when we’re not a professional after our first hand at a new skill?
Counting down the days to my 25th birthday, this has been a big theme for me. I feel like I am in a wrestling match with the person I have mentally grown into and the 8 year old me crying over a less perfect A. I had fully planned on having a full blown successful acting career by now, an engagement ring on my finger and hell, maybe even a baby on the way at this point. On paper I have none of those things, If I was to grade my life in the mind of old Malia I would say I’m averaging a D when I should have an A.
But I do have an A. In fact, I’m a perfect 4.0 average student in life. We all are.
Because perfection isn’t a human emotion, it’s a thought we all keep believing exists when in reality it’s as fake as those cotton candy clouds I keep dreaming about. Life is supposed to be messy, it’s supposed to be unexpected and hard (in the good ways) and we’re supposed to screw up the first time, or the second time or the 100th because there is no chart that exists that says when “trying”and “doing”starts and ends because they are the same thing. Trying is doing. Attempting that crazy cat liner and instead drawing the Autobahn on your face is still better than never trying at all.
Just remember that each new day is the same thing as those beautiful little Neutrogena makeup wipes; you get to wipe everything away and start fresh. Strive to DO.
Every. Damn. Day.