Naomi Threadgill
Naomi Threadgill writes about beauty the way she actually thinks about it, slowly and without much certainty. She has kept these notes since 2021.
The Contour Kit I Used Every Single Morning for a Year
A whole year of sculpting my face into a shape it does not actually have. I stopped the morning I realized I…
The Face I See on Video Calls Is Not the Face I Know
My mirror face and my laptop camera face have started to feel like two different people. I am trying to figure out…
The One Thing I Only Do on Sundays
There is a single small act I have kept for Sundays only, and I still cannot fully explain why moving it to…
Getting Ready for a Party I Didn’t Want to Go To
I spent forty minutes getting ready for an event I had already decided, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I…
The Days I Don’t Want to Touch My Face
Some mornings the idea of doing anything to my face feels like too much to ask. I'm still figuring out what to…
What My Mother’s Face Looked Like on the Good Days
I did not understand what I was watching as a kid, but I remember exactly which days her face looked like this,…
What My Grandmother Never Said About Her Face
My grandmother never once complained about her wrinkles. I used to think that meant she did not think about her face at…
The Blush My Sister Swears By Does Nothing for Me
We share a mother, a nose, and apparently not much else when it comes to color.
Counting Glasses of Water and Watching My Own Face
I tried tracking water for a month, mostly out of boredom, and ended up more interested in my own reflection than in…
The Mirror My Mother Never Liked
There was a mirror in our hallway my mother always avoided. I inherited it, along with a habit I did not choose,…