• Courtney Bree

Pretty Little Liar: A Mild Rant on the Fake Sh*t We Think is Real

Updated: Feb 11, 2018

It happened.   I finally bought a professional contour makeup pallette and I feel the need to

rant about it.  Now listen, I have always been a huge fan of makeup and the wonders it can do for your look.  I've watched countless tutorials on the contour, but never really tried to "re-sculpt" my own face.  Especially not on the daily basis.  Ain't nobody got time for that! I typically stick to the basics, a little powder, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow (if I'm feeling fancy), mascara, done.  Ya know? The kind of makeup that subtly enhances your natural beauty.  So I never thought I would fall into the trap of temporarily transforming the shape of my face. But...I'm hooked. Not because I like the look, but because I am now in an exclusive club where this little beauty secret solidifies my membership.  I am officially a beauty guru.

In this social media obsessed world, it's easy to get wrapped up in trying to achieve the conventional idea of beauty. Seriously, being a woman in this generation has become a full time "WTF?" gig.  ["What the F***?", "When the F***?", "Why the F***?"]  From the lash extensions to the lip plumpers to the waist trainers,  it's overwhelming.  In addition to the "perfect woman" career demands, as a child, I decided I wanted to be a part of the fashion community, a subset of modern civilization that likes you (maybe) 5% of the time and rejects you the other 95%.  WTF?! (insert favorite interrogative here).  Fantastic! Though, I will say, being in this industry has made me stronger and taught me to not Give a F***! (see what I did there?).  I've never been one to question my appearance but this makeup pallete felt like a do or die type of situation. Maybe it's because I am in LA, which is overly saturated in this perfect aesthetic obsession, but it was like the makeup gods were sending a tractor beam directly into my brain while the pallete itself was simultaneously calling my name on a loudspeaker! I NEEDED this.

But did I really? As I went to the counter to pay over 70 dollars for a few powders, I got to thinking.  This product is literally a bunch of skin tones in a container.  Who am I buying this for? I'm going to put this crap on my face in an effort to do what exactly? Get more Instagram likes? Convince a man to date me now that my face is more acceptable?  SO MANY QUESTIONS! But I caved, consider this an investment Coco...I guess.

So, I walk out feeling like a boss because now I'm about to drop a selfie that's gonna blow your minds. Once I master this bad boy with my Beauty Blender, whew! I'll be unstoppable. Because Likes and Comments define your overall greatness as a human right? FALSE!....false false omg false!

Newsflash: It's not real! Everything is a facade. Those perfectly sculpted faces on Instagram and tiny waists are digitally enhanced the majority of the time. Obviously people are going to put their best pictures on display and I totally do the same thing.  No shade, they've mastered the art of the selfie.  Honestly, I'm trying to get to 50K by the end of 2016 (follow me @cokob4chanel haha). But I just want you all to understand that your beauty is not defined by a picture. It's not defined by the number of strangers think you're cute.  WHO CARES?! I scroll through comments all the time like "Why can't my hair look like hers?" "Why is she so perfect?" "How'd her lips get so full?" "I wanna be her" blah blah blah!! I'm guilty, you're guilty, we're all guilty.  **Sidebar: I feel like I'm handing out guilt like an Oprah Christmas Giveaway.  "YOU GET A GUILTY CONSCIENCE!**  But seriously, STOP IT! Go grab a mirror. I'll wait...

NOW, stare at it and repeat after me.

"Damn girl you're looking good today. You are beautiful! You are a queen! I love you and I'm going to love you until you take your last breath"

Love yourselves people! You're the only you you've got.

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