I’m usually a barely there kind of girl when it comes to make up. I like to wear enough to cover the dark circles that might give away my sleepless nights.
So, when I first wore cherry red lipstick, my four-year-old son was shocked.
“Mummy!” he exclaimed. “What is on your face?”
I hadn’t prepared an answer in my head, so I said the first thing I thought of. “Oh, it’s paint.”
“Mummy. That’s very naughty. We don’t put paint on our faces.” He wouldn’t let me kiss him, lest he also got paint on his face.
Since then, he’s become quite interested in my make up routine. But I am deeply unsure of what I will say when he gets around to asking me why I slap concealer under my eyes and pink rouge on my cheeks.
How will I explain to him, and eventually to my daughter that not even mummy feels strong enough in her appearance to let the world see her naked face?
While this video is now almost 10 years old, it’s still a great example of how our perceptions of beauty have become so distorted. Post continues below…
This terrifies me, because sooner or later, I will not only have to answer that question, but I will have to find a way to help my children feel sure enough of themselves in their own skin that they can be who they are in the world.