Sometimes You Just Want To Be Someone Else.

Edward Scissor Hands.

When i was younger i was bullied, a lot. Because of the way i looked.
I was skinny, boyish, I had bones protruding and i didn't have boobs. I was so different from the other girls. And it made me so angry, it made me want to do something about it. But of course i couldn't, i could eat anything i wanted. Burgers, chips, sweets, cake, you name it i ate it, and yet not a single ounce was put on my body in the places i wanted curves. So instead i decided to hide myself with make up. I would make myself into someone completely different, granted it wasn't very good back then. But now i feel like i've succeeded more than i ever could have imagined. I'd shock people into thinking "wait is that actually you?" And it was, i'd learnt how to disguise myself.
But not i realise i just had to be patient, but at 13 years old patience doesn't come easily and i've never been one to be patient. My curves came eventually, as did my confidence. When my confidence had reached it's peak i realised my potential in the make up industry. And it's because of the bullies that i am where i am today. Ok i may not be a world famous make up artist, but there's still time and when that time comes i'm going to thank those bullies for calling me names and pushing me in glass (yup i now have a nice big scar on my right knee, but never mind it makes me who i am) and of course pushing me to the limit! Never in a million years could i have thought that i would do make up the way i do it today. I used to watch the make up tutorials on youtube when i was younger and be so envious of how perfect these girls looked and how talented they were, with their contouring and highlighting, these were all new terms to me until i was about 15 and then i figured hey i could do that too, they had these perfect noses all sculpted and pretty, amazing cat eyes and pouted lips. I was so jealous that they could do all that with their make up. Back then my make up collection was pretty bare. I think i owned one little palette, y'know the ones with everything in, it was a little flip case. The first layer was eye shadows in garish colours, the second layer was blushes in bright pinks and the last layer was lip sticks, they were horrible and sticky and i used to apply them with a cotton bud, gross i know. But back then i was so happy with my little palette, i'd use it consistently even if the colours were completely wrong for my face. Now my make up cases are bursting at the rim. Which reminds me, i think i'm going to have to buy more boxes and drawers. Oh dear.
I never thought i would own so much make up!! It's a great feeling knowing that i can change myself with a bit of foundation and contouring and then making people have to look twice to see if it's really me or not. And it usually always is.

Anyway the moral of this story is, love yourself no matter what people say about you. Take it on the chin, let the bullies say what they will. They're most probably jealous of you and your talent. Whatever your talent is, having bullies will make you strive in wanting to do better. Making them regret what they ever said about you. Don't worry, things are always going to get better. Especially if you want them to.

Nadia xxx