Gallery: I Literally Never Wear Makeup And This Is What The Word 'Beauty' Means To Me

Learning and mastering a new language at 30-years-old would probably be more likely for me than ever understanding how to even approach applying makeup to my face. Three times. That's how many times that foreign substance has touched my face. Each time I felt like a fraud. It wasn't enhancing who I was because I was never the girl who thought my face needed it.

Not that I thought my face was perfection. My thoughts were (kind of still are) the exact opposite. Raised by a tomboy with two brothers, makeup never came up during my adolescence. Early on the idea of what the world defined as typical "beauty" had missed me. Of course, not entirely. I was aware that the painted up women on Melrose Place were beautiful, but so was my mom who only rocked minimal makeup annually on Christmas at work.

I wish I could say that I was more introspective than that as a kid, but I wasn't. She was my mom; that's why she was beautiful to me. Other than that, I was like...Oh my god, if only I could look like Barbie. Thankfully, with age came a sense of reality, especially when it comes to beauty. My mother is still my beauty icon but there is a cast of other things in this world that define beauty to me now.