Personal Narrative: A Girl's War

When it comes to us women wearing makeup, it seems like we are shamed if we do, and shamed if we don’t. Although, the face powder in Renaissance era were harmful to skin, I am still glad that they came up with the idea. Without the Renaissance’s idea of face powder, Mr. Max Factor would not have invented the pancake foundation. Half of my makeup collection are: cake foundation, liquid foundation, face powder, setting powder—you name it. What can I say? Perfect skin ideal is hard to emulate, especially if you are genetically prone to acne. Nevertheless, it seems as though, whether you embrace the significance of makeup or choose to step out of the house—"bare-faced," you will be criticized either way. Because one day you attended a family gathering

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

Comegys mainly talks about the question that girls get daily. “Why are you wearing makeup?”. It has always been a debate on whether girls wear makeup to hide their insecurities or to express themselves and do it to impress themselves. Comegys stands by women using makeup to empower themselves and feel like the best version of themselves. For some girls, it becomes a routine that they have accustomed to. For others, its simply for the creativity that comes with creating a full-face makeup look. Every girl should feel comfortable in their own skin, but a little bit of concealer wouldn’t hurt. She gave some very good points to the power of makeup argument like, “I want to enhance my features”. “It always seems to backfire as if the makeup that I’ve put on to feel pretty was actually for some guy that I was trying to impress”. “We shouldn’t be criticized for wearing makeup to

Our 9-year-old daughter's third soccer game in her life was this afternoon...all smiles and heart, learning as she goes. Although at the end, the score was a respectable 3-6 loss, the opposing team had a player that could easily play kiddie pro compared to all of the kids on the field; frequently stealing the ball at one end of the field and dribbling it down the entire length to the other end...solo, then shooting on goal..easily 8-10 times in the two quarters in which she played.

Throughout time the world’s perception of makeup has always been seen as a way for women to enhance their facial features, a way to feel more accepted into society, and as a way to gain the attention of another individual. Society has set specific standards that women and only women can wear makeup. Although in theater productions it was socially acceptable for men to paint their faces, it was not encouraged that men use their cosmetic abilities outside of performances. Many cultures have drilled the idea into their son’s heads that they cannot wear or play with makeup because they would lose their masculinity. Applying makeup was never seen as a way of self expression, but that a woman's natural beauty wasn’t good enough and that her

The paper was set on the wooden desk and a pen was poised in her hand. She chewed her lip and flicked the pen, contemplating what to write. How could she sum it up? This was the last thing she'd ever write. Explaining it all would take too long. It had to be something short. Something that would tell her family and friends why.

I am Gloria Castillo writing this letter on behalf of my daughter-in-law Maria Romero who is married to my son Valint Castillo. I have known Maria Romero for over seven years now and I see as my own daughter. I have seen daughter in-law and my son relationship has grown from the first moment I saw them till where that are now. Maria is a caring, smart, loving women that will do anything for my son and he would do anything for her.

This summer I had the privilege of being accepted to attend an eleven day, women-only, leadership conference taking place in Boston, MA. Women from all around the world gathered to collect knowledge from presentations and lectures hosted in the halls of Harvard and various other prestigious colleges and universities near Boston, eloquently delivered from the likes of Rep. Joseph P. Kennedy III and Councilor Ayanna Pressley. At the end of the conference, each person presents their ‘action plan’ explaining how they are going to make a difference.

Hello I Started this gofundme for my girl friend Dawn. For a little over a year now we have been struggling to find answers we never knew we would be looking for.

Until six months ago, I was not a feminist. Yet I wasn’t exactly not one either. If asked, I’d probably say sure--I guess. (What’s the alternative, a bigot?). Mostly, though, I was indifferent. My political preoccupation was economics, and social issues seemed distant in importance.

The fights. The words. The looks. I can't handle it. I just want to hide from the all of the people who seem to just want to fight with me. I lay in bed and read blocking out everything going on. My mom will yell at me to get out of my room. She doesn't listen when I try and tell her why I hide in my room. I do not want it to get worse. I am told to smile and act happy and sometimes I will just do it because I don't want to fight, but other times I will put up a fight. I know that I will never be like other people my age. Adults talk to me once and say I am the most mature person my age that they have ever met.

I knew something was wrong with that black haired kid. She never spoke and it was like I was the only one who noticed her. I told myself, no matter if my life depended on it, to never look her in the eye.

The lyrics ran through my head as I scrolled through my Instagram feed. In a time where a small waist and big butt were in fashion, it came more naturally than I anticipated for women to encourage each other to ‘improve their looks’. The more I scrolled, the more I realized that women validated themselves by their physical appearance, finding more worth in the curve of their hips rather than the flexibility of their thoughts.

“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.”