Once upon a time, in the
late year of 2013 to early 2014, I had been on a rollercoaster of having colds,
I was constantly ill. It had been one thing after another. Someone surely had a
voodoo doll of me. And if it wasn’t enough another plague had dawned upon me. It
all began when I had woken up around three am one morning. And all of a sudden
I had the biggest urge to itch at my right eye. After the relief of having
itched my right eye, I felt that my right eye was rather sore. I thought
nothing of it. As the next morning approached
I woke up and my right eye felt sore. I
felt it and the eyelid felt very crusty and sticky, sounds grouse I know. Still
I thought nothing of it. But I did feel more than unusually cold and my energy
levels had dropped excessively. I managed to drag myself out of bed and looked
in the mirror. My days! My right eye had transformed into an abnormal size. To
paint the picture clearer my right eye seemed to have shrunk. Trying not to
freak out and having the usual urge to go to the toilet in the morning. I
walked down the hallway trying to avoid eye contact with my mum. As I knew her
reaction to my eye would be a bombard of questions filled with worry and concern.
Defiantly something I didn’t want in the morning. I managed not to draw the any
attention to mum. Whilst in the bathroom I managed to get rid of all of the
crust and goo from my eye. But still my eye still appeared red, sore and an
abnormal size. I thought; I can’t go to university looking like this! Walking
out of the bathroom and back to my room, around this time is when I get dressed
and start to apply my makeup.
I do like and use makeup but
I don’t use much makeup. As I personally feel more comfortable with less makeup
on. My typical makeup look consists of Clinique mineral powder, Maybelline mascara,
Maybelline eyeliner and I occasionally use No 7 rose blusher. I like to keep my
makeup looking simple and natural. But there is one makeup necessity, which I
had come attached to, my eyeliner. As long as I can remember I’ve always felt
more confident with my facial appearance, when I applied eyeliner. As I felt that
my eyes looked plain and dull without it. But now I was in a dilemma, what was
I to do now? I thought that my right eye would heal faster, if I compress it
against a cold pint of milk. Ahhhh the
relief of this method and in fact my eye started to heal. My right eye started
to reappear back to its normal size. As my eye started to heal during breakfast,
I decided it’s safe to apply eyeliner. BIG STUPID MISTAKE! Still feeling on the
ill side, I brushed it off and headed out into the not so pleasant weather of
Britain. As I was walking it had occurred to me that my right eye started to
excessively water, I thought nothing of it. And thought maybe it’s the harshness
of the cold weather. Oh how very wrong I was! As I waiting outside my class, even one of my
friends said I looked like I needed more sleep, bravo for her constructive cultism.
When I got home from university I was concerned and decided to turn to trustworthy
google. I goggled my symptoms. Nothing matched my symptoms, although some
things did come close e.g. Herpes simplex eye infections. I thought meh…. I’ve
probably just irritated it when I itched it, and the eyeliner made it
worse. So I thought, ok I’m sure it will
clear up tonight. Tick, tok, tick, tok and so I lived to see another day, but
my right eye struggled to see it with me.
As the days and weeks went
on my right eye wasn’t healing at all. The skin around my right eye was still sticky,
dry and sore alongside with my eye still watering excessively. Any normal
person would’ve have visited their local GP by now. But I on the other hand, was
in denial and also I’m just lazy. I had engraved a message in my mind that this
weird eye infection would pass. And my eye would heal by itself, without the
requirement of modern medicine. Reading this back to myself, I have the urge to
slap myself around the face. My lovely boyfriend, constantly nagged me to go to
the doctors, did I listen? No. But this situation proved to me that my
boyfriend isn’t a shallow hal.
During the course of trying
to let my eye heal itself, I made the choice to give up wearing my beloved
eyeliner. I quiet surprised myself, as I didn’t feel so traumatised not leaving
the house without wearing eyeliner. I thought to myself, well I don’t look too
bad and it could be worse. Also to my surprise my friends didn’t seem to notice
me not wearing eyeliner. During the course of going without eyeliner, I started
to actually feel comfortable not wearing my eyeliner. And I even started to like
and appreciate how my eyes looked without eyeliner. Although the time had come where I needed to
get past my denial and laziness and booked an appointment with my GP. Funnily
enough he didn’t state what was wrong with my eye, but just prescribed me some
eye drops. Over the course of three weeks my eye had healed! Hooray! No more crust, stickiness and excessive tears.
I was relieved and decided it was time to celebrate by applying eyeliner. Of
course I had to throw away my previous eyeliner and purchase a new one. After applying the eyeliner I was taken back
when I looked in the mirror. I guess because I had gone for such a long period without
wearing eyeliner, I found it foreign when I looked at myself in the mirror.
This post isn’t stating that
makeup is bad and women should give up wearing makeup entirely blah, blah,
blah. NO! I’m not anti-makeup, as I believe that there is no harm using makeup,
as long as you don’t depend on it and use it excessively. I admit I did depend
on my eyeliner, as somewhere down the line, I engraved in my mind that without
eyeliner, my natural beauty wasn’t good enough without it. My shield of armour
was my eyeliner, as I wasn’t confident with the natural beauty of my eyes. Through
this situation I’ve learnt it’s not a big deal, if I don’t wear eyeliner. And
my eyes are beautiful without it. I know to some of you I might sound vain and
insecure, quite frankly you’re entitled to your your opinions. But even you
reading this now, you have your own methods of shielding your flaws and fears.
It can be in your everyday physical appearance or a mental shield. I truly
believe we all have some sort of shield of armour, whether it’s physical or
mental. I do still wear eyeliner, but I don’t physiologically depend on it
anymore. The kind of armour people need these days is being fearless. As one
day life will give us no choice and we will all have to take of our shield of
armour and face our battles. And in life we can’t always hide behind our armour
forever.