A Wren Says

I pushed away from the computer and decided, “I should do my makeup.” I had nowhere to go and none of the necessary skills, but it felt like the right move. I took the concealer that was a shade that I thought didn’t quite work for me. I mixed it with the color corrector to get perfect match. I applied blush, working out the placement for my facial structure. And then the eye shadow. And then I took a look in the mirror and thought about what I wanted to add or change. Finally, a bit of lip liner and gloss. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. If I stayed with it, I could continue to work out the look I was going for.   

Yes, it was makeup but it was more than that. It was art. It was play. It was feminine power. It was joy. It was exactly what I needed. It was an act of letting myself be beautiful, of working to create and add beauty to the world. If I want the world to be a more beautiful place, I have the power to do so, but I have to start with me.