Makeup v. No Makeup v. None-o'-Yo'-Damn-Business

How I Feel When I Wear Dark Lipstick:

Bold. Invigorated. Boundless. Like myself. Like I don't really give a fuck who else is looking at my face or concerning themselves with my face or contextualizing the timing/setting/intention behind my face.

How I Feel When I Wear a Shit-Ton of Eyeliner:

Bold. Invigorated. Boundless. Like myself. Like I don't really give a fuck who else is looking at my face or concerning themselves with my face or contextualizing the timing/setting/intention behind my face.

How I Feel When I Wear No Make-Up At All:

Bold. Invigorated. Boundless. Like myself. Like I don't really give a fuck who else is looking at my face or concerning themselves with my face or contextualizing the timing/setting/intention behind my face.

I don't care if it's morning and you think I “went a little too heavy.” I want coffee right now, not imaginary social rule-books. I don't care if we're in a club and you think I'm not adding much to your Instagram aesthetic because I really just didn't feel like prepping my eyes to look more like eyes that you're okay with. I want to dance right now, not to document my cheekbones in the right light.

Of all the stimuli, socio-political happenings, loved ones, crises, food stands, movie releases, et cetera that you could be concerned with in this particular moment, why in the name of fuck have you chosen the smeared little powders and creams on my skin?

Photos and feature photo by Kirsten Samanich, @kir_andloathinginlasvegas.