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Wait, can we talk about why it's such a phenomenon for a woman to not have makeup on. Because we hate ourselves so much that we kiss our pillows with foundation on and drawn eyebrows, waterproof mascaras, so that waking up doesn't turn into a nightmare, right?

As a woman who walks out the house and walks out in those streets without makeup more often than not I appreciate those days when I beat my brows so good that fleeking has nothing on me.
I see a lot of girls without makeup on a daily basis, whether I'm on my way to work or school but I don't bow down to each one in awe of her bravely because oh, the rest of them with mascaras on, hate the genetic result they found in the mirror that morning.

But hey No, it's not either hating nor judging the need for makeup, or what so ever. Some believe that most women these days define themselves through makeup, but hey there's no such because yes I think that every women can be whoever they want to be and how they wanna be is up to them. 
Makeup is created for women, for beauty, for the inner soul of a women, so please let them be. 

Cos I'm just saying, people (men and women) should stop walking around thinking that women hate themselves just because their hair comes from India and eyebrows from Mac... No stop it.
It's borderline misogynistic if you ask me.

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