We are 17 months apart, but my younger brother (T in this post) is highly convinced that I need a boyfriend... NOW!
Today we were sitting at the kitchen table (in our apartment!) just doing nothing and we had the following conversation:
T: Your face is ugly
Me: Nuh uh! A couple guys said I'm cute
T: No, you go all naturale all the time. Would it kill you to put on some blush every once in awhile?
Me: I don't need blush because I blush at everything everyone says anyway.
T: Then throw on some anti-blush.
Me:...
T: Fine! Then put on some eyeshadow.
Me: I look like a hooker when I put on eye shadow.
T: Guys like that. Don't dress like a hooker, just make your face look like a hooker and then dress modestly.
Me:... ... ... ... ... ...
Ya, that's not going to happen. If a guy can't stand my face for what it is then we aren't going to go far. I am 1) too lazy to wear make-up and 2) I care about my appearance but I refuse to obsess about it enough to spend hundreds of dollars a year on products that I am allergic to. I can't find make-up that I'm not allergic to so then it makes my face breaks out. Then I have to wear more make-up to cover the break outs. Eventually I die from this vicious cycle that eats me alive and then spits me out so I can get run over by a bus. (That story took a dark turn, I apologize.)
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