Taking on advanced alt makeup when you're a total beginner sounds like a speedrun to a complete disaster - and that's exactly what it was. Complete basement chaos, a camera flipped upside down by another alter mid-setup, loose powder aggressively smeared across the table, and brushes vanishing into the void. The final score? Stabbing myself directly in the eyeball with a liquid liner, seeing God for five seconds, and ending up looking like a defective Barbie doll. But honestly? At least I'm actually doing something with my life instead of just sitting back and hating online.
Being a beginner is brutally hard, especially when your feed is constantly flooded with flawless, high-end work from literal pros. It's so easy to compare yourself, panic, and give up. But this disaster is literal proof that every single legendary artist went through the "whatever-the-f*ck-this-is" phase. After spending five years trapped in severe depression, barely leaving the bed, and realizing nobody actually gave a sh*t, deciding to finally express your true self - even if it turns out completely crooked - is a massive win.
Also, a quick reality check for fake clout-chasers: the moment you start dressing alt and upgrading your wardrobe, random people suddenly spawn. Alternative fashion fetishists and clout-sharks who just want a "fancy, rebellious" friend to boost their own social standing. They treat alt people like living props. Watch them run for the hills the second you start talking about who you actually are, being a diagnosed DID system, sociology, magic, or arthropods. Good riddance. We don't need people who view our identity as a decorative accessory.
Makeup was originally invented for men anyway, so if anyone tries to call it a "gender blender," nah - we prefer Gender Chaos. No eyebrow shaving, no fake expertise, just pure trial and error because failures teach you more than fake perfection.
Stay scene, stay weird... and fr, don't poke your eye out with an eyeliner! 🖤👁️
