While I was heading to work on the bus this morning, a young woman, who I think was probably in her mid to late 20s, got on the bus with a man around the same age as she was. They looked like they were a couple, but I couldn’t say for sure. They sat closely together, talking quietly, until he got off the bus a few stops later. The woman then pulled out a very cute pink and white bag. She and I were seated facing each other across the aisle, and so it was easy to watch her surreptitiously as she proceeded to put on her full make-up.
She started with a liquid under eye concealer that she blended expertly. She then pulled out a giant blush brush along with a compact. Blush has always confused me a little, so I made sure to watch her technique since she looked like she knew what she was doing. She did look brighter after it was applied – from what I could see, I think the secret is in the brush. Next was her mascara, which went on in two layers, and on a moving bus no less. It would be difficult not to be impressed. I kept watching, no matter how rude I must have seemed, but she took no notice of me or anyone else around her. Finally came lip treatment and lipstick, and then some hand cream. She looked completely adorable with her pixie haircut and beautiful skin.
I just can’t figure out how someone could go through such a personal routine in such a public place like she did. I’m not considering the etiquette of it, because she wasn’t disturbing me in any way, but how did she do it without feeling self-conscious? I would have died if I ever tried to do that, and I would have ended up looking clownish to boot. But what is it that would make doing this routine on the bus completely out of the question for me, and yet she seemed so completely comfortable in her own skin.
I’m not completely sure what my point is here, but it just really struck me how different we all are. And that is a pretty good thing.