I can count the times I've worn makeup on one hand. Most people don't care about it. Why should they? It's my face after all. Naturally I was dumbfounded when a close relative confronted me about my face.
One day when I was at a relatives house she pulled me aside and asked to talk to me. I was concerned that something serious was wrong. She said that she was "worried I was not normal because I did not show interest in makeup and dresses". As I stared at her with my jaw dropping more by the second she compared me to a cake. "Cake tastes good plain, but even the best cake needs a little frosting."
Did she just compare me to a cake? A cake that needs frosting? What the f*** just happened? I had no clue how to handle this situation so I walked away and stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes. I didn't and still don't understand why this happened.
I won't lie though for a while it bugged me. It made me second guess myself. Comments can hurt, and when they come from people you are close to they seem to hurt a little more. Be careful with your words. Thank goodness I can laugh about the ridiculousness of this now. I hate to disappoint everyone but I'm a human not a cake; and I plan on staying that way.