The me you've never met

Prologue

Here in Virginia I don't like to be noticed. I really don't know why.
And I'm good at not being noticed, I dress always the same: blue jeans and a T-shirt, my white sneakers and a ponytail. I haven't done my eyebrows since never and I don't care, I've always had bangs that cover half my eyes and never use makeup. So when my mom told me we were moving, I decided I wouldn't go unnoticed anymore. I had the opportunity to start over, to not just be another face in the yearbook no one knows.

The first thing I did was start the process of having my bangs off, You know, that whole hold-your-bangs-at-the-side-of-your-face-with-a-hair clip thing. Then I finally did my eyebrows. They look really good, I don't know why I hadn't done this before. And just like that I already looked different, and I know that I've always been me, but this is the most me I've ever felt.

Then I started looking, well, more like doing research in the fashion magazines so I could change the way I dressed. I discovered I really liked this fashion thing, and not just binge watching America's next top model which is now my favorite show btw, I liked mix-matching clothes, using new color combinations, basically everything fashion related. I went to the mall with the only friend I have here, Agnes, and bought a bunch of new stuff. No t shirts and not any more blue jeans. I bought a white pair of jeans, a black one, 3 skirts, 5 sundresses, 1 overall, 6 tank tops of different colors, 4 halter tops, a lot of blouses that showed my belly button (I really liked those), 2 off shoulder blouses, 3 shorts, sandals, a pair of casual heels, a pair of formal ones, a cocktail dress (because you never know when the occasion will show up), small black boots and two of those tennis with wedges.

You must be thinking: "Where did she get all the money to buy that?" Well, my parent's  business is doing really good, they run an academy for people who want to work as stunt doubles. That's why we're moving to LA, because since one of the people they trained did a scene that no one else wanted or couldn't do in a new Tom Cruise movie, (and he did it perfectly) everyone wants to study there and to hire people who have trained there. So it is better for the business if we move it to LA and blah blah blah.

So Let's get back to the makeover part of this story.

After I bought all those clothes, I decided it was time to do something with my hair. The problem is that my hair has some identity issues. It isn't curly, but it definitely isn't straight either. That is the Reason why I keep it in a ponytail all the time. So after trying a lot of hair products I found in the supermarket, I got to the conclusion that I needed an expert's opinion. Good thing is that Agnes' mom has a hair salon, so she gave me a hair treatment I can use as conditioner. After that, I discovered that if I left my hair damp overnight, it would be wavy when I woke up the next day and I will just have to apply a hair treatment in the morning. And now that I had said goodbye to my bangs, my hair was ready.

The last thing I did was look for YouTube videos on how to do makeup on myself. The only makeup I was used to using was mascara and chapstick, so this was going to be a big change for me. Luckily, I am a fast learner so I started getting good at this. I bought an eyeshadow palette that the girl at Sephora told me would look good with my blue eyes and a blush she told me would look good on my tanned skin. I also bought an eyeliner, a lipgloss and a lipstick. I didn't want to go too big on the makeup so I didn't buy that thing she told me was used for "contouring" (I'm not gonna use all that makeup). But ok I'll admit that I really like it.

I know this isn't the makeover you expected, when someone with more knowledge about "beauty" (aka. The fairy godmother) dyes your hair and buys you new clothes and the makeover is just on the outside rather than on the inside; basically the typical fairy-godmother story. This was MY makeover. I decided I was going to change, it was MY decision. MY rules.