Happy Halloween

Its Halloween and I have a looonnng (and fun!) night ahead of me. Who says you can’t party when you’re sober? This year I’m dressing up as some sort of sexy witch. I’m wearing purple fishnet lingerie under a pink bodysuit that does show some cleavage. I’m wearing a black leather skirt and under that rhinestone fishnet stockings (and under that….well, never mind haha). I didn’t have shoes to go with my outfit until I went thrifting yesterday and found studded boots with a long heel that fit perfectly and cost six dollars. The universe is kind. 

For the first time in many a Halloween I am wearing makeup. I am going to wear dark purple lipstick, black eyeliner, and purple eyeshadow. The thing is I never wear makeup. In my teens I would wear red lipstick to parties and sometimes I’d throw on mascara and a shade of eyeliner called “vampy violet”. My mom’s doing my makeup as I don’t trust my shaky hands. 

Even though I’m buying into it, I wish there wasn’t this pressure to have a sexy costume. Other girls obviously don’t feel this pressure because people have regular (but brilliant!) costumes. I don’t usually buy costumes (they never fit the way they are supposed to) but last year I bought a Poison Ivy costume for my werewolf party. I thought I looked hot the whole time. Then looking at photos taken at the party, I realized my stomach (not my best feature) was sticking out. This year I kind of pieced together my costume out of  my closet that I knew looked good on me.

But why is it so important? Why do I have to be sexy? Why can’t I just go in overalls and be Bob  the Builder? Why do I have to flaunt it? Maybe that’s because that’s what you do when you go clubbing. I wish I could care less about my appearance. Honestly? It would make Halloween alot easier. That’s why dressing up is never my favorite thing. Give me horror movies and haunted houses every day. Oh yeah. And candy.