My foster mother always told me that makeup was fake. I did not think she was right until I learned how to use it. My sister taught me all I needed to know about makeup but when I found out my eyes did not like eyeliner, really I saw no point. Over my teen years I kept trying to learn how to use makeup, but with my allergic reactions to the ink, it made no difference. The ink did not make me any beatiful than I was without it. Instead over the years I just kept makeup in a box to make it look like I use it. After a while I felt my mother was right. However I am not so sure that God created masks or makeup…I’m pretty sure people did. Therefore I would not change myself for others without God’s consent. For he says I am beatiful just the way he created me.