This was at some point between August and October of '06. I had come out to my mother. Some time after that, her friend, who is no longer with us, came over to my place. We sat and talked about the idea of her giving me a makeover. I bought a fair amount of makeup at K-Mart. BUT, some of it was a total disaster. LOL But, I didn't know.
I remember when she told me to get my stuff, I raced down the hall to my bedroom, grabbed my purse from the closet, and returned to the living room.
I remember when she looked at the bottle of foundation. She looked at me and said: "What are you doing? Why did you buy this?" I just laughed and said: "Well, you need foundation, right?" She shook her head and took me to the bathroom.
She applied a bit of the foundation to my cheek. "What does that look like?" she asked. I laughed and said that it looked totally wrong. That's when she told me that I should've bought the whitest shade possible. But what did I know? LOL
So, into the trash that went. Oh, well. When she tried to apply the eye makeup, I kept pulling away. But I had no control over that. LOL I think we may have finally gotten that taken care of after who knows how many minutes.
She did my nails after I applied my lip gloss and lipstick. That worked well. So, did the nail polish.
She shaved my legs too. That was the only time I needed that done. I never had issues with leg hair, really, and to this day, I still don't. I remember when she cut one of my legs. It looked way worse than it was. But I was freaking out since there was more blood than I was expecting. "Oh, shut up, you big girl." Then, she slapped my leg. I couldn't help but laugh at that.
When it was all said and done, she looked at the stuff that fit me and was surprised at how feminine I looked. I just smiled, laughed, and replied: "Well....yeah."
When my mother found out, she tripped out. "She's not ready for that!" Truthfully, had it been up to her, this would've never happened. Sometimes, I still get a feeling that she doesn't truly accept it. She never calls me her daughter in normal conversation...unless I am depressed. Yeah...yeah...gotta placate the idiot, right? The elders in my family always let the masks slip. I don't care, though. Whatever. I'm proud of who I am.
