Last Night's Make-Up

I always feel a sense of pride when a woman accomplishes something. No matter how big or small it may seem it always induces a warm fuzzy feeling inside and if the accomplishment is big enough you might see my eyes water. Things like doing a man's job better than he can. That includes taking care of a family in his 'absence'. When she looses weight and looks and feels great. When she gets promoted or finds some dope clothes on clearance. When she has been trying to get pregnant for a long time and then finally God blesses her. When she knows how to cook and clean properly even when there was no one around to teach her. When she can take a beautiful picture of herself and crop it appropriately. When she finally finds the man of her dreams after wading through a swamp of mud ducks. When she realizes what must be done and DAMMIT JUST DOES IT! When she finally gets her license. When she accepts herself for who she is and is pleased and proud to put her true self out there for the world to see. When she conquers her fear of pumping gas for the first time. When she finally learns to appreciate the little things in life. When she overcomes cancer or is victorious over addiction. When she understands that no one but herself stands in the way of her absolute happiness and that no mediocre soul should ever be granted that power.

And then there are times when I just want to puke in my mouth. Women on superficial paths seeking a 'career' in modeling when you just don't got 'it'. Women who get dressed everyday in front of a circus mirror. Ladies who pump themselves up to be more than what they really are on the internet and then you meet them and are like, 'damn you're not THAT cool'. Women that don't take care of their kids and simply use them for tax credits or deceitful profile pictures. Ladies who fail to see the truth about themselves even when someone so kindly points it out to them. Women that know they are big but refuse to dress accordingly. Women that breastfeed their men instead of their children. Women who don't know the meaning of 'snart' when they have done it a million times. She dolls herself up exhausting every method of hair dye, hair-cuts, fake nails, weaves, extensions, mascara, eyeliner, foundation, cover up, eye shadow, concealer trying to conceal the sad truth. Trying to hide what she really is inside because she knows that the Gucci and the Prada can only warm her up till the next new line comes out.

But the sun always rises and sheds light on last night's make up. Eyelashes on your pillow, there is no where to hide. It's you. Regardless how hard you try and dress yourself up or paint your face, you can never cover her up from yourself.

I personally think I fall into both categories. I too have a circus mirror at home but I'm never too scared to face last night's make-up.