I have found that I actually enjoy looking at the photos other people post instead of only being concerned about my own witty, or interesting, or thoughtful images. This makes me feel that my use of Instagram is a positive way to waste time.
On this site, I came up with a name: LadyCashew. I should have just made it my real name so as not to confuse people. I'd rather they know who I am. I don't even like cashews even more. But there is a girl who has found and followed me who had a great name: Bubble Lips. I don't know if I have ever met her since her name is so ambiguous and in fact if the photos I see are selfies, she is a 12-year-old, lipstick-wearing woman with a mature sense of humor who likes my face paint. I am flattered.
Speaking of lipstick - a moment not to be trivialized by a thumbnail-sized photo on a phone screen - one of my best friends got her makeup done professionally done recently at school during our makeup unit.
We all have to get our makeup done but this is is a pre-trained makeup artist demonstrating makeup application for the rest of us and this girl is the one who always makes jokes about her appearance and pretends she's accepted the way she looks.
(The problem here is the word "accepted" because that implies that there is some horrible void or imperfection that actually exists in her appearance.)
When the artist finished, the girl started walking towards the bathroom and we were all so excited for her to see herself. "Stop it, you're gonna make me cry!" But she was already crying.
Her makeup was fine though.
The artist is a fellow student of ours. As she came into the bathroom we all left. I was the last to leave. The two of them don't socialize much but the hug between them was better than in the movies. I had to leave, it was so beautiful.
I don't know if she knew why she was crying.
But I feel like she has a really hard life and does her best with her son and her mom and her work, and school, and to her, she feels like it's not good enough. But when her classmate put all that love into her face, it said, "you're worth the effort, girlfriend, and this is what you look like on the inside."
I think she looked beautiful. And she was radiant like someone who's awesome should be.
The next day she was back to normal, but I don't think anyone cared. We all think she's beautiful with or without.
I hope she caught a glimpse that day of how radiant she always is though.
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