In my early teen years I formed a simplistic view of the opposite sex. There were two distinct types of girl. There were those who appeared all over the shop, always looking ready to party at a moment’s notice, forever vying for the boys’ attention. For them, anything went and any tactic was fair game.

Then there were the quieter ones who didn’t need makeup. You knew they were genuine – they had that certain something that made you take a second look. They were more certain and purposeful, they didn’t need to flaunt anything or act cool to attract attention.

Salacious rumors about the “look at me” girls were rife amongst the boys, and we bragged about our exploits with them – both real or, most likely, imagined. But secretly, most of us were happier just to hang out with the girls who didn’t need makeup. Continue reading “Some girls don’t need makeup” »