Chapter 1 : Memories:
I have been in love with makeup since I was a little girl. I have a vivid memory of my grandmother putting on her cerise pink lipstick and blue eye pencil. I can still to this day remember the smell of my Tinkerbell makeup as a little 5 year old.
My first time wearing makeup (to church) and my mom saying it was “too much” for a 14 year old, even though it was just a little shimmer eyeshadow applied my by older sister. Makeup made me feel like a woman in a little girl’s body. I wanted to wear it because it made me feel pretty.
My first piece of makeup that was my own, was a frosty pink MAC lip gloss. It was the 90’s ok! My sister brought it from London as SA did not have MAC stores yet.
I felt beautiful when wearing it, I felt people turning their heads at me, which they obviously didn’t, but it made me feel confident, It made me feel good. I have always envisioned myself doing makeup, I just never thought of it as a career or a full time job. I decided that Beauty therapy would be a good fit for me and during these years working as a beauty therapist I became obsessed with everything beauty related.
I was fascinated with bling, pretty clothes, perfectly styled hair, being the correct weight. I never left the house without makeup, without my curly frizzy hair being sleek GHD flat ironed.
Jy kon my deur ‘n ring trek.
I loved transforming myself into something or someone else.
Makeup became my confidence boost.
Chapter 2: The Real Butterfly
Then I met my husband, Riekert. What a wonderful feeling of “being at home” when you meet the person you are meant to be with. Marrying him was the best decision of my life. I felt safe, I felt secure, I felt at home with who I was.
He told me I was beautiful many times when I was not wearing a drop of makeup. When my hair looked like I had stepped of the set of lion king. The best part is, I actually started to believe him!
As I morphed into being a wife and finally a mother, my perception of beauty changed quite a bit. I started wearing less makeup. Most days not wearing any makeup, embracing my curly, frizzy hair, my blotchy skin, the little wrinkles that started to appear over time.
Chapter 3 – Growth
I am a mother to two ridiculously gorgeous blue eyed little boys. They are my absolute pride and joy. When my little 5 year old boy looks into my eyes and tells me “mamma jy is mooi” (you are pretty) he does not do it because I have makeup on or because my hair is perfectly in place. He does it because to him, I AM beautiful just the way I am. It took a while for me to really believe that, but now that I do, I am so much happier and I can see the beauty in other woman so much more.
My relationship with makeup has changed so much in the last 15 years. I don’t use it to cover up who I am, but rather to enhance what is already there. Your makeup should never be applied in a way that people compliment you on it. When they compliment you on your skin, your smile or your beautiful eyes, then you know you are doing it right.
It should never take away from your own natural beauty, it should enhance it!