When I put on makeup, I'm not doing it to pander to antiquated patriarchal ideals of feminine beauty. I'm doing it because it makes me feel good.
Perfect isn't normal, nor is it interesting. I have no features without makeup. I am pale. I have blond lashes. You could just paint my face—it's like a blank canvas. It can be great for what I do.
But if you want to know who the scariest person in the group is, look for the one who’s been fighting zombies without smearing her eyeliner.
