I wear makeup. This is the first thought which occurs to me as I hasten down the stairs, gasping, heading straight towards my room. It is when I slam my bedroom door shut, lock it, place a chair against the it, and turn the doorknob countless times to make sure it is secure, when I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and sit on the edge of my bed. I wear makeup, but I don’t wear mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, or blush. I wear makeup, and it doesn’t go on my face. I wear makeup on my mind - I conceal my imperfections and insecurities. I conceal everything. I fight for breath and lean my head backwards. A lump starts to form at the back of my throat, and I can feel my eyes finally starting to water. It’s too late. Nothing can stop me from crying now. I let the hot, heavy tears fall from my eye, scrunch my body up into a tiny ball on the edge of my bed, and I weep. My head pounds on and on, to the point where my ears start buzzing, but I don’t care. I don’t care, and I don’t want to care. I just want everything to be over with and done. …show more content…
I sniffle and look towards the door. The door knob is twisting back and forth, but it isn’t opening thanks to my lock and the heavy chair I had put against the door. Chills run down my spine. I feel the goosebumps starting to gather up all over my body, and it feels like someone is sucking out all the happiness existing in this world. One thing is taking over me - fear. My breaths become shorter and shorter, and I begin to hyperventilate. I look around. The only other way out my room is the window, and I don’t have time to open it. I have no choice but to stay in this room; I am trapped. The pounding on the door gets louder and stronger each time. I shiver and run to the corner of my room, terrified of my kismet. Chipped wood flies everywhere as the door is finally burst
I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that
Red light floods the room when the only exit opens. My heart stops, but I still stand up. I still stand up and march towards the guards here to escort me, and all the while I can feel my throat refusing to
“Woah! Why are you wearing makeup? Do you not think you’re pretty?” My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t been expecting any comments, or for anyone to notice at all, but suddenly the mascara coating my eyes and the pink lipgloss I was wearing felt like a big neon sign saying “look at me.”
I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.
At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.
Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out
Before the introduction of the bill titled “Punishment for the Crime of Lynching” (S.1978), previous attempts to introduce antilynching legislation at the federal level had met with no success. By 1934, changed attitudes toward the role of the government encouraged people to think that antilynching legislation would now be successful. Bill S.1978, which later became known as the Costigan-Wagner bill, was drafted and introduced by Senators Edward P. Costigan (D-CO) and Robert F. Wagner (D-NY) as an attempt to implement federal law intended to “assure to persons within the jurisdiction of every state the equal protection of the laws, and to punish the crime of lynching.”
God gave us all unique faces, all beautiful in their own ways, so why not have a little fun with them? Why not show off what we love about ourselves, show how we like to display our features, and talk to our friends what we love about them? Wearing makeup gives us a chance to do just that. Society today, though it denies even the slightest notion of it, tells us that if we look and feel good, we should also feel some kind of insecurity. We have the ability to wear makeup in a way that fights against this idea. Makeup has the capability to transform us into confident people, which in turn molds us into braver and more courageous lights for Christ. In addition, makeup can show who and what we are as people, just like a passion
Accordingly Makeup can be used for many things. The ancient Egyptians used makeup made from oils and cream to help clean and protect their faces from the hot mild wind. Today we are using makeup for a totally different reason. Makeup isn’t to cover up what's underneath, but it can be a work of art. Most of women are so unhappy with their look and they want to change it. You want these sleepy under bags to disappear? You want to cover the freckles? No problem!! All thanks to makeup.
Elbert Hubbard,was a American writer publisher artist and a philosopher. “The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one” To become a successful person you have to make mistakes and learn from them. Don't be afraid of them and stop doing something because you just made a mistake. This reminds me when I was afraid to be a goalkeeper during freshman year. Also it was the first time I was a goalie for a team. I was afraid to make mistakes which I did during the games but I was actually proud of the mistakes I learn from them and become a better goalkeeper.
The sterile walls seem to be closing in around me. Though there is only one other person in the room, I feel surrounded. My hand gravitates to the nearest handle to either keep me from falling down or to keep me from running as fast and as far away as I can and never looking back. I can’t stand it much longer. Annoyance begins to grip my temper. My festering uncertainty causes me to lash out at the first thing I can.
The societal effects of drug decriminalization in Portugal showed small to average increases in the reported drug use for adults. Between 2001 and 2007, drug use was shown as an increase in Portugal for almost all of illegal substances. There was an expansion in all age groups above 19, involved with drugs. Data from other nations show little evidence that any increases were related to the decriminalization. Reported illegal drug use for Portuguese teenagers increased before and after the decriminalization, but then decreased.
The door creaked open as I entered and then I heard a sound. It locked behind me. I began
I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.
“Makeup has been used to enhance the beauty of both men and women for over thousand years. It its through teaching others how to apply makeup, we can strive to help others feel comfortable and confident in their own skin. Wearing makeup help embrace our natural features and may also help express the ideas in a creative way like art.”