melissatreglia:

mateus:

denied-par-vollen:

frenchforeignlegion:

woman: I hate how women and young girls are punished financially and socially for not wearing makeup

some fucking loser with no critical thinking skills: wow check your contour and fucked up brows, ugly

Women aren’t ‘punished’. They chose to wear makeup. They themselves created the culture of makeup by choosing to use it. It’s your fault

Meet George, Jean Paul, Alan, Lorenzo, Fabrizio, and
John. They are the CEOs of L’Oreal, Revlon, Estée Lauder, OPI Nail
Polish, and MAC Cosmetics. Remember their faces. These men essentially
run the $50 billion beauty industry.

1. Coty has no women its board or executive team. Some of Coty’s most well-known beauty brands are Rimmel, Sally Hansen, O.P.I., and Philosophy.

2. Compagnie Financière Richemont has no women on its executive team and 6% female board representation. The company owns the luxury brands Cartier, Montblanc, and Van Cleef and Arpels.

2. L Brands has no women on its executive team and 17% female board representation. L Brands owns Victoria’s Secret and Bath and Body Works.

Beauty and Misogyny: Harmful Cultural Practices in the West

Women Who Wear Makeup Absorb 5 Pounds of Toxic Chemicals Per Year

google is your friend

There’s a reason I don’t typically wear makeup. And, the rare times I do, it’s simply to make myself feel a bit fancy. I treat my face not as a flawed object to be “fixed” cosmetically, but as a canvas on which to create a work of art.

I never wear “foundations” or any of the heavier products to “flatten” my skin tone, nor do I “airbrush” myself with contouring. Instead, I choose to use the simplest bits of lipstick, blush and eyeshadow to draw attention to what’s already there naturally.

It takes me only about 15 to 20 minutes to put on makeup, on the days I choose to wear it. I will never spend hours in front of a mirror trying to poke, prod at and otherwise conceal the imperfections. Those imperfections make me uniquely me, separating me from the other faces in the crowd.

And, when I get old, I intend to age gracefully, showing my laugh lines and grey hair as proof that I lived a long, full and happy life.

I wear the face I was born with, that has aged with me, and sometimes like to splash a little extra colour because why the fuck not. But I will never apologize for not being some impossibly perfect creature.

And I will teach my daughters that, they too, are a work of art. Because the best way to “win” at life, be it with beauty or anything else, is not to play by everyone else’s rules.