Paint Me the Color of Deceit (part 1)

When you were young, you were probably brought to a fair or a carnival in which your face was painted with different creatures ranging from butterflies to dinosaurs. You possibly decided to bypass the norm and ask for a star, or a rainbow, or tree even. When you reached your teen years, you were probably blemished with MAC, Maybelline, Covergirl, or many other make-up brands, but yet again, you were painting yourself. First the face-covering the lines, acne, discoloration. Next, eyes-enhancing, accentuating, maximizing. Lastly, lips-plumping, coloring, defining.

This painting would last you decades, until one day, you decide not to paint anymore. You finally realize you don't want to hide away those lines, those blemishes, those discolorations. You no longer want to make things bigger, bolder, brighter. You no longer want to falsify yourself. And by then, you're old; your skin-too wrinkled to cover up, your eyes-too drooped to accentuate, your lips-too pale to color.

By then, you've lived a life full of bumps and bruises that have numbed you to the point where you don't even bother to cover it up. You then become a wise old woman- filled with so much knowledge, ready to lecture, teach, enlighten. Yet, they won't listen. Because the youth, nowadays, believe they know best. They won't listen. You've just got to let them see for themselves.

This mask you used to paint consisted of red dye #5, dioxide, oil, and others. But for those of you like me who don't bother getting up in the early peaks of morning to paint our faces, we use something else. You don't need the material things to paint yourself. You don't need crayola paint or Maybelline eye shadow to cover yourself up. What do we use? We use the oldest paint known to man-kind. We use paint that does not require physical application. We used a little something called deceit.