I often wonder if I’m the only one who sometimes remember certain memories when doing the most basic of things. I think the most common is of a song, usually its tied into reminding you of a certain person maybe an old friend, family or even your first love. I have many songs in which mind of people most of the time its a positive memory even when at the time it was the most painful. But everyday there is a small little routine I do which always reminds me to a particular time when I was in 6th grade. Its stayed with me and I think really affected me as a child. I normally wear makeup everyday mainly because I enjoy putting it on I find it to be fun, I also have many blemishes I’m not to happy about so as they say, “you can always cover it with make up” Every day I after I wash the grime and yucky oil off of my skin I moisturize then I put on a foundation which is similar to my skin color to cover up my blemishes making my face look flawless. This is where the memory kicks in every time I put on my foundation…(!!!!!!!!FLASHBACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!) ………………
6TH GRADE I was
12years old, most of the area of where I lived were mainly Mexicans, (yes I too am half mexican and Salvadorean) so most of my features were closely related to my grandmother, my mother’s mommy (the picture on the right is my grandma, the other picture is of my father’s mother, I called her my mamalita )

There is a large variety of what a Mexican can look like, it ranged from either pale skin with green eyes or blue and blonde to brown hair. It was very close to having a European look as opposed to other Mexicans who were of a darker complexion, jet black hair, dark eyes. It seemed that the more indigenous or native look you had, you were definitely going to be made fun of…. Sadly I was always made fun of for looking native. I’m not sure as to why really I had a few other friends were the similar complexion as i was with jet black and they too we’re made fun of, most of my fights in school we’re based on my complexion. I use to pretend to not let it bother me but at some point it would drive me bonkers (yes i said bonkers i’m bringing it back!)
one day i was getting ready for school in my parents room because my mother had her blow dryer in there, I also liked being nosey and going through all her fancy creams and expensive lotions in her dresser drawer. I stumbled on to some foundation she had in her small bag. It was given to her as a gift in a little package, I had tried it on my hand… I thought it was similar to my shade of color but it was just a tad bit lighter I didnt’ think anyone would notice plus I thought why not it looked just like cream maybe it’ll make me look prettier and my class mates would stop bugging my complexion. I basically slapped it on all over my face just like cream! I didn’t see a difference! I went to school… the first thing out of everyone mouth is ‘what happened to your face?” ARE YOU WEARING MAKEUP ??? WHY IS IT LIGHTER THEN THE REST OF YOU???? of course the slew of laughter from every angle. I made an excuse that I had put on the wrong type of cream on my face. The excuse kind of worked but the whole day just made me feel miserable I had tried really hard to wipe it off my face, I even went to the disgusting school bathrooms trying to wash it off with that disgusting water in the sinks. It didn’t help …. I was happy though the day was over, I ran home scrubbed the skin off of my face.
( return from FLASHBACK) ………………… SO now every time i put on foundation that little memory always pops in my head. It makes me laugh now but, back then it use to piss me off daily. Luckily my father taught me how to fight and defend myself so at some point a lot of girls we’re sporting the black eyes courtesy of yours truly.
After all with my pops looking like Tony Montana from Scarface teaching you how to defend yourself, you would be crazy not to pass out some black eyes. THANKS PAPA (thumbs up
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