Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second. A boring vanilla soul. A blank canvas, or simpler terms, being fixed by color, light, and life.
I like to start off my makeup routine with moisturizer. My skin, deprived of moisture as my heart is with love. Dry like the Sahara Desert on my lower cheeks, yet oily on the top of my nose, chin, and forehead. As I wash my face and apply a thin layer of moisturizer, I think, how simple it must feel to need something called love. Yet, it can be washed away at any time, at any moment. Even so, we cling to it so tightly.
I would like to go into the sunshine, and not have people stare at my open pores, acne, and my phony confidence. Pollution runs deep into my face. Every small open hole clogged by the everyday dirt and dust that is birthed by life.
Primer is my friend who smooths out the truth about my real self. Your breath doesn't smell that bad. Or, yeah, floral dresses don't make you look like a grandmother. That one friend we all need to sugarcoat for us, so we can feel reassured in a world where lies are our comfort.
Concealer. Conceal, hide, to stash away. Hide my real self. The world is not an accepting place where I can openly show my true self. Occasionally, there will be those who embrace me with open arms. But one who dances naked in front of the eyes of the world is a fool who seeks the warmth of all shapes and sizes of good and bad. Conceal myself, because when engulfed in darkness the moonlight is as clear as day. But when under the moonlight, only darkness and isolation is what I see.
Protection. Protect myself at all times. The sun, as harsh as the words my mother once spat at me. The wind, as crass as my father's unthoughtful actions. The rain, as deafening as my dear friend's encouragement. I apply it everywhere; from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, a gentle reminder that without foundation my makeup would only slowly destroy. Maybe not in a year, or ten years, but it will come. The deterioration of my skin will slowly start to show. The damages I can no longer hide from underneath my youth. Foundation, best mixed with sunscreen. Protect yourself at all times.
Life. Life itself is a mere concept. The vessel in which live thrives in lives within me. Without life I am but an empty carcass waiting to decay. Waiting to feed another vessel in which life sits in. The bronzer that gives my vessel the essence of warmth and color dyes my cheeks with existence; while the highlighter touches upon my chin and outer eye bones to symbolize my consciousness in this world.
The last few finishing touches to perfect the imperfection: mascara and eye liner. As if I'm following the world's routing of what beauty is, what life should look like. Carefully, I try to make it look as consistent as possible. I naively apply it to myself. Learn to know my guardians. Learn to respect my teachers. Learn to make connections with my friends. Learn to make compromises with a stranger. Learn to build a family. And, learn to teach my offsprings to repeat the cycle.
As I paint each lash, the limbo of trying to perfect the imperfect life surrounds my eyes. Surrounds me. Every interval in between, I weep. I either realize I don't want to, or because I will fail. The tears that carry my confusion and sadness draw streaks down my cheeks. Dirty, ugly reminder that this is the truth of the perfect and the imperfect.
Red. Like the blood that runs through my veins. The substance that radiates heat when I'm angry. And the substance that grows cold as I age stays with like the love of my life. Red stains my lips with a deep finish. A cherry on top. The end of a musical. The last few drops of water from a bottle. Red is what is used to represent me after I sleep and dream of the afterlife. The finishing, yet, the beginning of a new day.
Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second.
I've started to notice Enna will genuinely appreciate a good roasting even if it's at her expense and honestly that's why I love her lol. Like she could be dead ass arguing with someone but if they get a good roast in her mood would do a 180 and just rejoice at the amazing way she got roasted 🤣
Tbh the only one of those that is really a problem these days would be the motion sickness. And even then, you can get these bracelet things that apparently help somehow.
Enna if youre reading this, im a guy, and i know a lot of other guys, and none of us really care if you have makeup on or not. Youre funny and seem fun to hang out with, thats all most of us really care about
Enna's problem with make up reminds me of an underclassman's problem with jewelry. Due to metal allergies, her mom uses her as a tester for the authenticity of gold and silver jewelry pieces to weed out stainless steel or iron alloy. Plated stuff can get past her but when worn long enough or certain stubs still weed them out.
surgery is fine too as long as it's done in moderation like most things. people should just do whatever make them happy and it's really not anyone else place to judge as long as it's not unhealthy obsession
Seriously, another thing i relate with Enna. I also can't wear make up, because i'm allergic to most, my skin is so sensitive that even skincare products give me allergy if i use them the amount of times recommended. I can only use once or twice per week. I have to do my best with my lifestyle to keep my skin in good condition.
Tbh I think therapy might help, not only Enna but every vtuber (or streamer for that matter), their work can be very tiring and sometimes antis can get the best of you. So yeah, kuddos to that aloupeep lol
@@viclip5 Methylisothiazolinone. It's a chemical preservative that was voted Allergen of the Year in 2013. I have an allergy to this, and it means you are allergic to most soaps, shampoos, body washes, cleaning products, etc. Basically, if it is a product that goes on your skin, you might be allergic. Which of course includes makeup.
Booked a therapist for next month for reals 😂✨
Ooohhhhhh nice Enna 👍
Can't wait for the story 😁
Very nice song bird
i love u enna lmfaoooooo
Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second. A boring vanilla soul. A blank canvas, or simpler terms, being fixed by color, light, and life.
I like to start off my makeup routine with moisturizer. My skin, deprived of moisture as my heart is with love. Dry like the Sahara Desert on my lower cheeks, yet oily on the top of my nose, chin, and forehead. As I wash my face and apply a thin layer of moisturizer, I think, how simple it must feel to need something called love. Yet, it can be washed away at any time, at any moment. Even so, we cling to it so tightly.
I would like to go into the sunshine, and not have people stare at my open pores, acne, and my phony confidence. Pollution runs deep into my face. Every small open hole clogged by the everyday dirt and dust that is birthed by life.
Primer is my friend who smooths out the truth about my real self. Your breath doesn't smell that bad. Or, yeah, floral dresses don't make you look like a grandmother. That one friend we all need to sugarcoat for us, so we can feel reassured in a world where lies are our comfort.
Concealer. Conceal, hide, to stash away. Hide my real self. The world is not an accepting place where I can openly show my true self. Occasionally, there will be those who embrace me with open arms. But one who dances naked in front of the eyes of the world is a fool who seeks the warmth of all shapes and sizes of good and bad. Conceal myself, because when engulfed in darkness the moonlight is as clear as day. But when under the moonlight, only darkness and isolation is what I see.
Protection. Protect myself at all times. The sun, as harsh as the words my mother once spat at me. The wind, as crass as my father's unthoughtful actions. The rain, as deafening as my dear friend's encouragement. I apply it everywhere; from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, a gentle reminder that without foundation my makeup would only slowly destroy. Maybe not in a year, or ten years, but it will come. The deterioration of my skin will slowly start to show. The damages I can no longer hide from underneath my youth. Foundation, best mixed with sunscreen. Protect yourself at all times.
Life. Life itself is a mere concept. The vessel in which live thrives in lives within me. Without life I am but an empty carcass waiting to decay. Waiting to feed another vessel in which life sits in. The bronzer that gives my vessel the essence of warmth and color dyes my cheeks with existence; while the highlighter touches upon my chin and outer eye bones to symbolize my consciousness in this world.
The last few finishing touches to perfect the imperfection: mascara and eye liner. As if I'm following the world's routing of what beauty is, what life should look like. Carefully, I try to make it look as consistent as possible. I naively apply it to myself. Learn to know my guardians. Learn to respect my teachers. Learn to make connections with my friends. Learn to make compromises with a stranger. Learn to build a family. And, learn to teach my offsprings to repeat the cycle.
As I paint each lash, the limbo of trying to perfect the imperfect life surrounds my eyes. Surrounds me. Every interval in between, I weep. I either realize I don't want to, or because I will fail. The tears that carry my confusion and sadness draw streaks down my cheeks. Dirty, ugly reminder that this is the truth of the perfect and the imperfect.
Red. Like the blood that runs through my veins. The substance that radiates heat when I'm angry. And the substance that grows cold as I age stays with like the love of my life. Red stains my lips with a deep finish. A cherry on top. The end of a musical. The last few drops of water from a bottle. Red is what is used to represent me after I sleep and dream of the afterlife. The finishing, yet, the beginning of a new day.
Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second.
Hope it goes well! I hear it can take time to find the right one
Poor Enna, suffering from success lol
Chad Aloupeep, throwing Red SC for Enna's therapy. Hope Enna will become more happier after the therapy xD
I'm more concerned with the one that give Enna therapy now. 🤔
@@viclip5 Either turns into an Aloupeep or he also requires an akasupa for therapy
Enna showing us her girly side in this clip
Enna is pretty girly honestly. Well, unless you count the swearing as non-girly.
@@Random_Fanguy Makes me struggle thinking when was the time when females swearing finally got accepted than just a "un-feminine thing to do"
She has always seemed girly to me.
I've started to notice Enna will genuinely appreciate a good roasting even if it's at her expense and honestly that's why I love her lol. Like she could be dead ass arguing with someone but if they get a good roast in her mood would do a 180 and just rejoice at the amazing way she got roasted 🤣
wow enna have bad motion sickness, lactose intolerant, and is allergic to makeup ingredients? girl living life on hard mode gg
She sacrificed everything for her singing voice xd
Tbh the only one of those that is really a problem these days would be the motion sickness.
And even then, you can get these bracelet things that apparently help somehow.
welp you know what they say,
*therapy is better than plastic surgery*
therapy is just surgery for the mind.
With the-rapist
With the-r@plst
Enna if youre reading this, im a guy, and i know a lot of other guys, and none of us really care if you have makeup on or not. Youre funny and seem fun to hang out with, thats all most of us really care about
Enna's problem with make up reminds me of an underclassman's problem with jewelry. Due to metal allergies, her mom uses her as a tester for the authenticity of gold and silver jewelry pieces to weed out stainless steel or iron alloy. Plated stuff can get past her but when worn long enough or certain stubs still weed them out.
Damn. I hope she gets some extra allowance out of that
Yeah I think therapy is good and plastic surgery is bad.
surgery is fine too as long as it's done in moderation like most things. people should just do whatever make them happy and it's really not anyone else place to judge as long as it's not unhealthy obsession
Seriously, another thing i relate with Enna. I also can't wear make up, because i'm allergic to most, my skin is so sensitive that even skincare products give me allergy if i use them the amount of times recommended. I can only use once or twice per week. I have to do my best with my lifestyle to keep my skin in good condition.
awwwww enna
lmfao I love Enna
Amazing Clip! XD
Thank you
Tbh I think therapy might help, not only Enna but every vtuber (or streamer for that matter), their work can be very tiring and sometimes antis can get the best of you. So yeah, kuddos to that aloupeep lol
I prefer someone without make up imo, you can clean it with different ways but every body is perfect without it
damn someone get the hotdogs, everything is getting roasted in enna's chat.
Hot take: both therapy and cosmetic surgery are good
Aloupeeps we are of a kind!!! Lmao
How to give money and deflect the anger, uh nice job mate
That was sweet
Chat: Is that a challenge?
😂🤣💖
Guys remember what we did to Selen,so let's do this to Enna now
Aloupeeps are savage as fck
Is she allergic to MI or something like that?
What is MI ? 🤔
All I know is she allergic to all kinds of makeup, and I don't understand makeup
@@viclip5 Methylisothiazolinone. It's a chemical preservative that was voted Allergen of the Year in 2013. I have an allergy to this, and it means you are allergic to most soaps, shampoos, body washes, cleaning products, etc. Basically, if it is a product that goes on your skin, you might be allergic. Which of course includes makeup.