Editing Dasha Kushnir about self-esteem and favorite cosmetics
FOR RUBRIC "COSMETIC" we study the contents of beauty cases, dressing tables and cosmetic bags of interesting characters to us - and we show all this to you.
About care
As a teenager I didn’t have great difficulties with the skin, but I still thought it was oily and dried with killer means. I was sure that if you have black spots, then you should not moisturize your face. In general, I dried it so that I peeled everything.
I refused such destructive practices - now I have a very simple care system and basic makeup. Every morning I wash my face with Uriage gel cream. Then apply acidic tonic, moisturizer, eye cream and nourishing lip balm. Before bedtime, I do the same, only I put on a cream without SPF and put it on the eye cream. Sometimes I make clay or fabric masks, but haphazardly.
About make-up
In the daily make-up, I use concealer, powder, a lot of blush, highlighter; eyebrows tint shadows and styling gel. Sometimes I paint eyelashes with mascara or lips with bright lipstick. I like to add gold glitter or aigloss to party makeup. After examining the beautician, I realized that most of my favorite cosmetics - gifts of girlfriends. I usually feel sorry for spending on a golden pigment or a new lipstick, but when they give it to me, I’m delighted.
About self-esteem and diets
Since childhood, I have had problems with perception of the body and self-esteem. I remember well how I first felt "fat." I was six years old, I was engaged in ballroom dancing and was a plump child. My partner's name was Pasha, he was tall for his age and thin. Pasha did not like to dance and hung on me all the time, and I dragged him across the floor. There was a dance exam - a performance in front of parents. All the girls in the group had to wear the same yellow skirt. In the yellow I did not fit; in pink, in which girls from an older group danced, - too. I remember how I stood on the bench with my stomach in, and my mother could not fasten her skirt and said: "You need to lose weight." I lost weight and climbed into the pink, and in the yellow - still not.
From that moment on, mother never ceased to remind me that I "need to lose weight." In the middle classes against the background of bullying at school and mother's stories about how she lost eighteen kilograms of cabbage in a month, I began to go on diets. Before the ninth grade, I dropped eight kilograms on buckwheat and began to look more than normative. I hoped that everything would change, but, oddly enough, my self-esteem was at zero, and I continued to persecute. And I still hate buckwheat.
Everything changed when I left my parents in a dormitory of a Moscow university. The change of environment helped to leave an obsession with thinness in the past and to love your body. Now I just try to ignore my mother's comments about my figure or ironically in response. Last year, she gave me a huge set of Clarins creams from cellulite - I laughed at it with my friends. Now I am in the most harmonious relationship with myself and my body in my whole life, and I hope that only things will continue to be better.
