Makeovers Really Don't Make Me Look Any Better

I sat in the chair, a little nervously I must admit.

It was only a little makeup, but these girls spoke freely about the recipant of the makeover, and it could be very offensive sometimes. Just a few moments ago I had a friend who said that this one girl had a huge mustache.

"Hold still!"

I tensed up, trying not to move my face.

It was true that the girl had a mustache, but that still didn't give anyone the right to make fun of her. Tons of girls have mustaches.

I suddenly felt worried. What if I have a mustache, too?

I subconsciously licked my upper lip.

"Stop it, you'll ruin your lipstick, you idiot!"

She gave me a corny smile as though to say she had meant it as a joke. I wasn't so sure.

A few minutes later, the girl started putting orange powder on my face.

I heard her mutter, "Wow, you're really pale."

She stood back for a moment, a slight frown on her face. She was looking at my neck, and I could tell right away what she was thinking about. The powder was much darker than my skin.

"We're just going to have to powder your neck."

Who cares that my neck's lighter than my face? I'm not even going anywhere! It doesn't even matter!

"I don't want to put more makeup on. It already feels like a mask," I said quietly.

"It'll look really good. I promise."

"Well, yeah, but it doesn't matter, I mean, I'm not leaving the house or anything."

"Just let me do it, it'll look really good."

"I told you, I don't want to put more makeup on, I'm about to go to sleep..."

I tried to get up to leave, but she kind of sat me back down in the chair. She proceded to apply more of the orange makeup to my neck, smiling the same corny smile she had given me earlier. It wasn't that she was strong or anything, she was the same age and size as me; I was just a pushover.

When I looked in the mirror, I didn't look really good. Perhaps I would have to somebody who put on a pound of makeup themselves every morning, somebody who thought that kind of thing was pretty. But not me.

I suppose that was the night I decided not to be superficial.