Sunday 20 July 2014

Hidden Beauty


We wake up in the morning, have a shower, get dressed then put on our make up. It’s been drilled into us and it’s such a normal part of our daily routine that us females don’t even notice the deep effect it has on our self-esteem. Or maybe we do notice, but we choose not to recognize it.

Seeing as I was one of the unlucky teenagers who developed redness in her face and blemishes here and there, covering up gave me solace.

About a month ago, I started breaking out around the chin area. Realistically, it wasn’t that bad for a teenager– not without the help of my trusty make-up bag. I packed it on, hoping it would make the blemishes disappear. But the more foundation I applied, the more obvious the spottiness on my face was. I was at a party and I felt super self-conscious. At the party I did my signature pose, covering my mouth with my hand. I hardly spoke to anyone that night.

I kept visiting the bathroom to check my face in the mirror. If you look into your eyes long enough and tell yourself how horribly ugly you are, you start to believe it and it hurts.

My boyfriend Jack found me and gave me that talk about how;


“You’re naturally gorgeous.”
Why do you even wear make up? You don’t need it.”
“Shut up, you’re beautiful. You’re crazy to think otherwise.”


Night of the party: Lyndsey and Jack
I thought it was un-genuine of him, lying to try make me feel better about my looks. But I knew he wouldn’t lie to me. Initially I thought it was because boys don’t understand the usage of make up, then realized it was my mind playing tricks on me.

I’d convinced myself I was so ugly that I didn’t believe Jack, who loves and respects me, telling me I’m pretty. I’d become so dependent on make-up to fix a problem that didn’t exist.

We refuse to admit make-up attempts to give us a confidence boost, which lasts for a little while. We rely heavily on these products, but is it really our fault we are taught there is no such thing as natural beauty?

Some of us watched our moms unable to leave the house without a bit of foundation and mascara, ALL had the media constantly advertising the importance of make-up and how you’ll look like a model and most of our parents bought us young girls make-up kits from the toy store where we mucked around playing dress-ups.

Ask yourself this question;


“When is the last time I left the house with no makeup on?”


We have forgotten our true beauty; the beauty that not only is outside of ourselves, but the inside. The beauty that is self-belief and not needing a bottle of cream colored paint worth eighty dollars to make us feel externally beautiful.
If you find yourself packing on the foundation and drawing dark circles around your eyes because you don’t like what you see or you’re trying to impress people in search for validation, you’re hiding your true self.

The idea of ‘not being pretty enough’ doesn’t just happen to the young. A lot of women, young and old, suffer from insecurity.

You don’t need to throw on make up to prove a point. If anything, you’ll be proving a point by not wearing make-up! I’m not saying we have to throw all our makeup away and never wear it again. Personally I’d find that rather difficult as a performer whose career choice needs make-up as a main tool to physically get into character. There is absolutely nothing wrong with wearing it to enhance your features, but don’t let it control your life.


“ I am alive. I am beautiful. I am me.”


You only have one life to live, what a waste it would be to not love what you were born with? It’s time we embrace our natural beauty and our flaws and flaunt it. Radiate confidence and let the world know you’re proud of being you. Don’t worry about what other people think or say, all that matters is viewing yourself in a positive light. Give it a go; you’ll be surprised to find what an amazing person 
you are.





Peace and Love,
Lyndsey

Thursday 17 July 2014

Happy Birthday Will Ferrell!


Just wanted to write a short and sweet message to one of my idols.

HAPPY 47TH BIRTHDAY, BUTTERFLY PRINCESS WILL FERRELL!


Thank you for noticing me when I met you. Staring at me for a solid minute whilst that journalist was talking to you about... movie stuff. Must be boring at premieres unless you meet some cool Australian teenager who's drawn a seriously random artwork of you. Thank you for the chat about your imaginary tattoo on your ass, my talent as an artist and signing my sisters poster.



Thank you for being inspiring, hilarious, entertaining and humble. Please continue to make amazing films I can watch. I will always love and support your films and hope to meet you again (hopefully next time in Hollywood or even on screen together, yeah?)


You stay classy Mr. Willy Ferrell!

Peace and Love,
Lyndsey

Monday 14 July 2014

Why I Really Cut My Hair


Hair. It’s amazing how something so normal can make up such a large portion of who we are. How it can shift our personality and make us act differently. Finding the right style is like finding yourself. Until you find the perfect one, you’re playing a character.

I’ve experimented with different colors and styles in the last year alone. I was bored and wanted to try new things. It was during my gap year after I finished high school, so I had a lot of time on my hands. I went through multiple shades of red, back to brown, to jet-black, to auburn then platinum blonde for the first time.


Being blonde was an ugly attack on my self-esteem. It was impossible to brush and kept going brassy. There were times were I felt like crying because it looked horrible and hurt every time I attempted to comb it. I splurged on expensive products made especially for blonde hair to keep it healthy, shiny and silvery. It was dyed for a film project that meant a lot to me, so I bit the bullet and dealt with the massive change. I felt like It didn’t suit me and it really affected the way I was acting. Even though I received more attention from males than ever, I didn’t feel confident in my own skin. I didn’t feel like Lyndsey.

So after I found out the film project had reached its peak, I didn’t have a second thought. There was no point dying it an artificial brown color and still have it feel like dead straw draping over my shoulders. I wasn’t into the crazy bold colors of the rainbow. I decided I was going to chop it all off.

My friends advised me not too, mainly because it would be a massive shock to them and would struggle getting use to it. I’ve had long hair most of my life, but I needed a change; and not just any change, a positive attitude adjustment that would help me shape my life.

“Are you ready?” The hairdresser asked as I sat in the chair, staring at myself in the mirror with my long golden locks.

“Do it.” I said. And with that, she took the scissors, grabbed my hair and unevenly chopped it and threw the remains on the ground. It now sat at my shoulders, a look I hadn’t seen in a decade. She waited for tears or a scream; maybe she’d experienced this before. Where some crazy teenager wanted a cut to liberate herself then regretted it five seconds afterwards.

“Are you okay?” She asked, looking at my face with concern. I simply smiled up at her and shrugged my shoulders.

“Its just hair. Shorter please.”

And that brings me to the hair I have today. Shortest I’ve ever had it, back to my natural dark brown, healthy and radiant. Using less shampoo and conditioner, not having to brush it so often, getting dressed easier, kissing my boyfriend without hair falling in his face. There are so many advantages to having short hair and I absolutely love it!

Physically it’s a big change, but so was my blonde hair. I’ve embraced the beauty of short hair and the pros that come with it. There’s something liberating about the process of cutting long hair super short.

But the main change is feeling like me again. Cutting my hair after all the crap I did to it a year earlier, symbolized a fresh start for me; a new beginning. All my worries, issues, problems and negative thoughts were chopped off and thrown in the bin. My hair is short enough that baggage can’t attach itself to me. It no longer holds me back and makes me feel ugly.

I’ve never felt more beautiful. I feel more connected to who I am as a person. I’m not worried about how my hair looks anymore because it sits out of the way naturally. I’m more focused on my character development and just doing things. As I grow mentally, spiritually and emotionally; my hair grows with me.

It’s also funny to see the cocky neighbors across the street that used to wolf whistle and hit on me whilst I was blonde, stare at me weirdly with short hair.

Whether people like it or not, is the least of my worries. I’m proud of myself for being brave and taking a leap of faith to trust my instincts and change for the better.

Peace and love. 
Lyndsey Fay


Monday 7 July 2014

Feelin' Blue

A month ago, I attended Supanova for the first time (basically an Aussie version of Comic-con) and decided to Cosplay as one of my favourite super villains, Mystique. 

For those of you who don’t know Mystique, she’s best known for playing a popular part in the X-men universe. She’s a villain with shape-shifting abilities and is recognized for having electric blue skin and reptilian-like scales over her body. 

 I wore a blue G-string and nipple covers and covered my body in paint, sprayed my already short hair red and wore bright yellow contacts. The whole process took 8 hours (I was up at 4am!)

When my group and I finally arrived, I was honestly nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. So when I was looked at with adoring eyes and big smiles, I eased into the friendly environment in no time at all. Those who approached me to compliment the hard work put into the costume made my first con very enjoyable. 

 It took almost two hours just to get inside because people kept stopping me for photos. You can imagine how crazy it got once I was inside!

I felt like a celebrity.  It was great fun!
Photo Credit: Peter Georges

But there is a slight twist in this story...

After the convention weekend ended, everyone uploaded their photos online; tagging new friends they'd met and sharing their albums with each other. I was advised by a fellow Cosplayer that someone shared a photo of me as Mystique and complained about how inappropriate my costume was and how children shouldn’t have to see this.


....WHAT?


I don't have the firmest bum or the flattest tummy. But this has nothing to do with my feelings being insulted, which they are NOT

What I'm about to state is much more in depth than that.

1 # Mystique is a fictional character and in the movie she is virtually naked. Her ‘private’ parts are practically covered up, just like mine were. Her butt was on display, just like mine. X-men came out in 2000, I would have been 6 at the time. When I first watched it, I didn’t question why Mystique was naked, I questioned how one could be so bloody awesome.

2 # Sooooo many kids recognized my character and most of them wanted a photo. I had kids tell me I was their favourite and not once did they shy away from me. Why? Because kids don’t think of that shit! Kids don’t look at a tall blue painted lady and think “Oh how awful, this woman is naked, I’m so offended!” They just think “Wow that’s cool.” And at the very worst, a kid would probably ask “Mommy, why can I see the ladies bum bum?"
     

3 # Why are we speaking for the children? Let them speak for themselves! I didn’t force myself in any child’s face. I didn’t walk around and act promiscuously. Like everyone else, I was in character. And if your child knows who Mystique is, that means they’ve seen X-men, which means they know Mystique, which means they know she's blue and partially nude. Logic. Get some.

And for those who were at Supanova in Sydney on Saturday the 14th of June, I wore a brown coat when I wasn’t taking photos so I was still very aware of the people around me.

Look, I completely and utterly understand how and why some people were up in arms about my costume. Everyone has the right to say what they feel, even if we don't see eye to eye. It's inevitable in life that these situations happen, where someone is offended. But if I lived my life dodging everybody's fears and hates, I wouldn't be developing as a human being.

      But I need to have a say in the matter as well, and I need space to grow too. Mistakes to learn from, people to seek advice from, chances to take, criticism to cop etc. 

I am proud of my efforts in becoming Mystique. Cosplay is expensive, time consuming and a hobby. It’s an interest shared by people all over the world and the last thing we need is to be bullied, especially by one another and especially for someone like me who is brand new to this incredibly colourful  universe.

 So next time you see a girl walking around as a character at a convention that’s quite daring, give her props and make her feel like a Goddess. She deserves recognition. Not hate. 

At least that's another thing ticked off my bucket list. Cosplay as Mystique - Check!

Photo Credit: Peter Georges (www.petergeorges.com.au)
      Peace and Love
      Lyndsey Fay x