I turn seventeen in three and a half months and yet, I’m not like most sixteen and three-quarter year old girls. As you can likely tell from my writing, I’m into things that most people grew out of, I dunno, twelve years ago?
Before I came to France, I never wore makeup. Ever. Of a morning I’d wake up at eight and have to be out the door by eight twenty, so by the time I checked everything on the internet, got my uniform on, packed some snacks and grabbed some lunch money, I had enough time to pull my hair into a ponytail as I began my walk to school. When I came to France however, I soon saw that this was not going to do me any good here, and was thankful for the fact I had packed concealer, tinted moisturiser and mascara. You see, I have a pretty big case of cakefaceaphobia so tinted moisturiser was as close as I was going to go to foundation and after seeing one too many failed attempts at eyeliner in my school, I was being daring to put on mascara every day. The hair was still all natural coloured, all the same length after I let my layers grow out, and still worn in a ponytail every day. It was also long. Like, closer to my belly button than my boobs long. I had no problem with any of this, I was lazy and could see no pressing problems with it.
And then I met Kayla.
The best way to describe what happened next is described pretty accurately in the song ‘Popular’ from one of my all time favourite musicals ‘Wicked’:
Kayla – Georgie, now that we’re friends I’ve decided to make you my new project.
Me – You really don’t have to do that
Kayla – I know, that’s what makes me so kind….
Kayla – Popular, you’re gonna be pop-u-lahhh. I’ll teach you the proper poise when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce oh! I’ll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair, everything that really counts to be popular, I know about popular. You’ll hang with the right cohorts, you’ll be good at sports, know the slang you’ve gotta know. So let’s start, cos you’ve got an awfully long way to go.
According to Kayla, without her help I was going to remain twelve and forever alone, and that just wouldn’t do. Like Galinda with Elphaba, she became a woman possessed by the idea of me as her new project.
She started with makeup. A bit of foundation here, some blush there… I drew the line at eyeliner but she’s convinced by the time I go home (eight weeks tomorrow!) not only will I be wearing it like a pro, but also eyeshadow. Oh gosh.
Then hair. As I mentioned earlier, my hair was one colour, one length and always in a ponytail. You probably have seen it in the videos. That’s all gone. It’s now just-touching-my-shoulders length with layers and has blonde highlights through it. For the first time in my life I also have a part. You guys, this is such a big step for me, you don’t even know.
Here is some video evidence (glad to see many of you have been watching all of Kayla’s vlogs hahaha). Skip to the last twenty or so seconds for the final product.
According to Kayla I’m nowhere near finished but for now, I think as I look a lot closer to 17 than I did a few days ago, I’ll keep my appearance the way it is.
I was always a bit of scared of change, but after being pushed into it (not just my appearance, but also everything in the last 16 weeks) I’m starting to realise sometimes it’s not bad at all, it’s actually kind of awesome…
frangipani princess xoxo