My sister and I use to talk about how deceitful make-up could make you look and how horrible it would be to be an avid make-up user, get married and then for your husband to see you for the first time without make-up and think, "Who in the world are you?!"
I wore make-up in 5th grade, usually putting it on at school when my mom wasn't around. When she found out she informed me that I couldn't wear make-up until I was 15, which to an 11 year-old seems forever away. During the following four years I just got used to liking the way I looked au natural and continued to bare my naked face for several years.
It wasn't until after the birth of my 4th child that I started to feel like my face was lacking color. It just looked mighty pale from losing all the fluids one loses when having a baby, especially at the end of winter when one hasn't been outside much to absorb some sunshine. I started using some bronzer and felt much better when I saw myself in the mirror.
Since then I would just wear blush occasionally. A year ago I started to wear foundation, cover-up and blush every day--and I like the way I look with it on, better than without it on. Some times I even put on eye shadow and mascara and lip gloss.
When I was a teenager I knew that I really wanted to get married and, eventually, have children. I knew that I wanted lots of children. I also felt that God had given me a special talent and that I would become a phenomenal psychologist one day, or a musician, or an athletic coach.... I saw motherhood as something you just did and didn't think that it would be too hard to manage that while I worked full or part time.