All throughout high school and college, I wore heavy eyeliner. Think: Avril Lavigne meets Amy Winehouse. A thick, jet-black line straight across my lids that I’d smudge out with my index finger to maximize my monolid eyes. It was so distinct that one semester, my teacher simply referred to me as “eyeliner girl” (a tidbit that my best friend still brings up from time to time). In retrospect, I realized that I wasn’t really wearing eyeliner so much as it was wearing me.
This might explain my aversion to liner as an adult; I have long put down my pencil in favor of a subtler lash or softer eyeshadow instead. And the only time I give eyeliner another try is when I come across a makeup tutorial or product that’s supposed to be “game-changing” for my monolidded and slightly downturned eyes. (See: exhibit A and exhibit B.)