Halloween is two days away.
I’m undeniably excited; it’s my favorite holiday. But, I can’t help but have this underlying feeling in the pit of my stomach that makes me nervous to wear my costumes this weekend. What if people think I look stupid? What if I’m the only one not dressed in their underwear?
It goes without saying that many people think girls use Halloween as an excuse to dress “slutty.” I use Halloween as a time to be creative with my makeup. Maybe that’s not how all girls do it, but that’s how I do it.
Is someone going to judge me when I show up to a party with my face painted like a skull? I debated the idea for months. Literally months. I knew I wanted to do it and knew that I could, but I was afraid that I would be judged. People would think I’m weird. I’m a loser. Why would I paint my face like that when all the other girls are going to look cute and pretty?
There came a point where I just had to tell myself that it didn’t matter what everyone else will think. I’m going to paint my face, and I know that I will love it. I’m going to be so happy because I’m going to be dressed in a costume that I’ve been wanting to try out for so long. Who cares if everyone else thinks I’m weird?
Halloween is supposed to be a time to be something other than yourself, but I am still me when I dress up. I’m me in a different form. A form that actually is confident as opposed to my regular self who is in desperate need of a confidence boost.
When I paint my face this weekend, I’m going to be fearless. I’m going to be myself. A girl who is obsessed with anything that has a skull on it and just wants to use her skills to actually look like a Day of the Dead skull for just one night.
And you know what? I can’t wait to hear what people think about me.
I just won’t care.