An Open Letter to Mascara

Mascara:
a substance used as a cosmetic to color the eyelashes and eyebrows

Dear Mascara,

There are often times when I think you are the most undervalued makeup product in existence. Sometimes when I get up and look at my scary reflection in the mirror, I'll find myself horrified from my puffy eyes filled with crusts and my eyelashes that are barely there. Truly, it reminds me of the wonderful nickname I got from the sweetest people I know on planet earth, "troll." 

I love applying makeup, I find it to be relaxing and fun all at the same time because I get to see the morning troll in my reflection turn into a beautiful butterfly. Its especially fun when you know what you're doing, and if I may say so myself, I DO know what I'm doing when it comes to applying makeup. No matter what though, I always save you for last. I never quite understood why; maybe it just has something to do with the way my eyes POP after I'm finished applying you. 

Even when I'm getting myself ready for cheer practice, if I don't find the energy to neatly pull my hair up into a nice ponytail or even put on a little bit of face makeup, I will always find the energy to put on you, my wonderful mascara. In all honesty, you don't really do anything completely overwhelming, you just give me that extra oomph that every girl loves to have; young or old. 

The only time you, my dear old friend, ever seem to fail me is when I forget to put on my waterproof version of you and later find myself crying about something. Personally, when I do this and then begin to cry, I think you make me look like a hooker stuck out in the rain...or at least that's what I've been told. This is actually a real problem for me because being a girl, I happen to cry a lot, and I tend to end up with black tears running down my cheeks. Its always got something to deal with boy drama, a horse dying in a movie, a puppy falling asleep on another puppy and its just so cute it makes you wanna cry, a fight with a friend; really, it could be just about anything that will make me cry, so at any time I could potentially have black streams running across my face. That's about the only issue I have with you though. 

I mean after all, what else could you possibly do other then make me look good?

Right?!

Your Best Friend,

           -J.Lew