The evolution of makeup has changed tremendously through the centuries. Makeup dates back to 6000 BCE also known as the Egyptian era. It was said that the men and women would wear it to appeal to the gods and to look godly. Then we move to 4000 BCE when the ancient Greeks and Romans wore it to have a more natural look. Moving from 3000 BCE through 600 BC, the Chinese makeup was made by the nature of the plants but focused more on eyebrows and changing the color and how they looked. Next in line is the 1500s or as some people know it the Queen Elizabeth's ear. During this period the makeup they were using brought their life expectancy down to 29 years old. They wanted the look of natural flawless skin. Heading forward to the 1900s, Queen Victoria hated the idea of makeup saying it was unladylike to wear it. When the 1920s rolled around the Hollywood stars began encouraging the idea that makeup was acceptable to wear. Flash forward to the 2000’s the game of makeup changed every 5 years it seems. Now in 2023, it is either a full face of caked makeup or no makeup or a natural-looking style. 

With the makeup industry now being how it is today there are certain views on how the look of makeup should be perceived. Being in 2023, there are now men and women wearing makeup and being more expressive with how they as a person feel about themselves. With doing that come the people who want to put in their opinions about how they feel about the way you are just being you. Men like to bash or hate other men for expressing how they feel if they are in the LGBTQ. Not to mention if they even wear makeup. It is like the cherry on top of their anger towards them. Now some think that men who aren't a part of the LGBTQ are just mad that they do not have girls obsessing over them like the men who pursue makeup do. Another reason why makeup is a “problem” is that men or even women think that it hides the natural beauty of a person. When most of the time it is just for that person to feel good about themselves. It is like we should have makeup on but not too much or else we look like we are trying too hard or that it looks bad. It is also like if we don't have enough on we aren't trying hard enough to look “pretty”. As we know today the makeup industry is just known as corrupt, we can not seem to do something right with it.

With the community of makeup being brought down in this day and time, it is not like that when you are young and growing up. Growing up as a girl with older girl cousins and having an aunt being girly girls I was obsessed with makeup. The concept of it was so fun to me. I would sit there watching them put on makeup watching their every move so I would know how to do it. It was also just the fact that I was the youngest and wanted so badly to be like them and I mean that is still how it is but in different ways. I would also watch my mom do hers in the mornings when she would get ready for work and I would get ready for school. There would be times more like all the time, that if my mom was in a different room I would go grab makeup out of her makeup bag. I ran sneakily back to my room to do my makeup and then got dressed up than to walk out to show my mom my “masterpiece”. She would seem to be mad about it but thinking back on it she wasn't really because she knew I just wanted to be like my older cousins. Not while doing my makeup I would get it all over my carpet… now that she was mad about it. My love for makeup was just as a little girl who grew up around it and wanted to be like her older cousins. 

With makeup being so diverse, there are different ways that people will do it. Whether is male or female or is being natural or full-faced. There is no wrong reason or way for it to be done. It is of a matter how you feel about yourself and the way you look. People will have their opinions about what you do but everyone has their opinion about anything and everything someone does, so it does not mean you have to stop doing what you want to do. Over all the rating of makeup I would give is a 3 out of 5. Only because it leaves people to be themselves but so many people use it to hide who they are.

I was eager to grow up so fast.

I was limited by time.

I was accused of lying.

I was encouraged to be me.

I am feeling helpless.

I am hoping to go to college.

I am considering the Air Force.

I am changing my way of thinking.

I am willing to learn how to be okay with being alone.

I will keep an open mind.

I will challenge my mind.

I will explore new places.

I will create new memories.

I will inspire others to be kind.

A journey where joy and sorrow are wed.

Through trials and tests, hearts are refined

Yet pain and passion are tightly entwined.

Whispers of doubt, like shadows, persist,

Yet loves flame persists, it can not be dismissed

Storms may assail fierce and unkind,

Yet loves resilience, a becon we find.

Tangled emotions, a bittersweet dance,

In the hardships of love ,we take a chance

Scarred by heartaches, but stronger we grow 

Love endurance, a tale we all know

Through tear streaked nights and the weight of regret

Lover weaves a tapestry hard to forget

In the crucible of pain, a love story is told

For the hardships, loves true depth unfolds. 

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere shifted when a scream pierced through the lively chatter. Panic spread as partygoers discovered a lifeless body. Emma, fueled by curiosity and a sense of justice, joined forces with Alex to unravel the mystery that had shattered the celebration.

Their investigation led them through the maze of the party’s attendees, each person holding a potential clue. Emma’s keen observation and Alex’s analytical mind complemented each other, drawing them closer together. Amidst the chaos, a bond blossomed between them, fueled by shared danger and a common goal.

As they delved deeper into the puzzle, the duo uncovered hidden motives, secret affairs, and a web of deceit that lurked beneath the surface of the seemingly glamorous event. Emma’s determination and Alex’s resourcefulness forged a formidable team, piecing together the puzzle of the murdered guest.

Through nights of relentless pursuit and moments of shared vulnerability, Emma and Alex discovered the shocking truth: the murderer was someone close, someone the partygoers would least suspect. As they confronted the killer, the intensity of the moment sparked a realization—they weren’t just solving a crime; they were falling in love.

The revelation of the murderer and the blossoming romance between Emma and Alex marked the end of a night filled with twists and turns. The party transformed from a celebration into a chapter of their lives that neither would forget. As the dawn broke, Emma and Alex emerged stronger, their connection forged through the crucible of mystery and danger.

In the aftermath, the once-chaotic party scene faded into the background, leaving behind a story of love and intrigue. Emma and Alex, bound by the memories of that fateful night, embarked on a new journey together, forever changed by the events that unfolded in the midst of a celebration turned crime scene.

At its core, skateboarding is a form of expression and a unique subculture that transcends geographical boundaries. Advocates argue that it fosters creativity, individuality, and a sense of community among its practitioners. Skateboarding is not just a sport; it is an art form where the urban landscape becomes a canvas for self-expression through tricks, flips, and grinds.

Despite its positive attributes, skateboarding faces criticism, particularly in relation to safety concerns. Detractors often point to the risk of injuries associated with the sport, emphasizing the potential dangers of performing stunts on concrete surfaces. Municipalities, in response to safety concerns, sometimes impose restrictions or bans on skateboarding in public spaces, leading to conflicts between skateboarders and local authorities. Furthermore, the controversy extends to issues of public perception and stereotypes associated with skateboarders. The image of rebellious youth, often portrayed in the media, has contributed to negative stereotypes that link skateboarding with delinquency. This perception has led to tensions between skateboarders and the wider community, as some view them as a disruptive presence in public spaces.

The clash between skateboarders and society also intersects with debates about the use of public infrastructure. Skateboarders often repurpose public spaces, such as plazas, parking lots, and staircases, as makeshift skate parks. While this reappropriation of urban environments can be seen as a creative use of space, it sometimes leads to conflicts with property owners and city officials who argue that skateboarders should adhere to designated areas.

Attempts to address these controversies have led to various initiatives, including the creation of dedicated skate parks and the promotion of safe skating practices. Advocates argue that providing proper facilities not only addresses safety concerns but also legitimizes skateboarding as a respected recreational activity.

In conclusion, the controversy surrounding skateboarding is multifaceted, touching upon issues of safety, public perception, and the use of urban spaces. While the sport has gained global recognition and a passionate following, challenges persist in fostering a harmonious relationship between skateboarders and the broader community.

As the culture of skateboarding continues to evolve, finding common ground and understanding between enthusiasts and the public remains a crucial step in resolving these ongoing debates. Overall I would give skateboarding a 4 out of 5. This is only because I am biased. After all, my boyfriend does it, but I do not like seeing him get hurt. Which tends to stress me out a lot seeing how he is always hurt from it.

Loneliness, a web, silently wrought.

Echoes of solitude, a quiet sea,

Yearning for connection, yet feeling free.

Moonlight weaves a silver thread,

Through the tapestry of thoughts unsaid.

Isolation’s chill, a ghostly cloak,

Lonely whispers, a heart bespoke.

A solitary dance in the moonlit night,

Embracing shadows, seeking light.

In the symphony of silence, a somber tune,

Loneliness fades beneath a hopeful moon.

Stars witness tales of the lonely heart,

Longing for solace, a brand new start.

Yet in the quiet, a resilience found,

Loneliness transforms, an echo bound.

One chilly evening, as Oliver huddled against the biting wind, he stumbled upon a small park where a makeshift shelter offered temporary respite. It was there that he met Lily, a warm-hearted woman who saw beyond his tattered clothes and weary eyes. Lily, with her gentle smile, offered him a simple meal and a kind word.

Days turned into weeks, and Lily, along with her husband James and their children, embraced Oliver into their humble home. It was a haven he’d never imagined, filled with laughter, shared meals, and the comforting warmth of familial love.

As seasons changed, Oliver blossomed under their care. He attended school, made friends, and discovered a world beyond the shadows that once enveloped him. The once-homeless boy found solace in the embrace of a family that saw his worth beyond societal judgments.

Yet, life’s journey is unpredictable, and fate’s twists are often bittersweet. Oliver fell gravely ill, his frail body succumbing to a silent adversary. Surrounded by the family that had become his own, he whispered gratitude for the warmth they bestowed upon him.

In the final moments, Lily held his hand, tears glistening in her eyes. Oliver, with a fragile smile, expressed his gratitude for the love he found. As his eyes closed, he left behind a legacy of resilience, teaching those who knew him that family was not always bound by blood but by the bonds of compassion and understanding.

The seasons changed again, and the family mourned their loss, forever cherishing the memory of the boy who, for a brief moment, transformed their lives and left an indelible mark on their hearts.