Rediscovering Makeup, Rediscovering Me: How Lisa Eldridge (and a Plate of Wonky Burritos) Reawakened the Artist in Me
My Journey There was a time when makeup was more than just a cover-up. It was art. It was therapy. It was ritual. But somewhere between motherhood, chores, the rush of mornings, and the constant need to show up — even when running on empty — I forgot what it felt like to be beautiful on purpose. Until one day, a few weeks ago, when I came across a Lisa Eldridge video — one of her classic, soothing tutorials — where she gently applied makeup on a woman with rosacea. Hers was the flush-red kind, not like mine, which is papulopustular and often mistaken for acne. But it didn’t matter. What struck me was how she applied makeup. She wasn't just painting over redness. She was caring for the skin. She was honoring the face beneath the makeup. She was treating every brushstroke like a loving gesture. It felt like spa therapy, not makeup. It felt like self-love. I felt something tighten in my chest — like a small ache from remembering something sacred. And for the first time in a long time,...