To Make up or to Make down?

To make up or make down? That is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the boxes and confinements
of society's pressures to perceived beauty
or take arms against a sea of traditions
and by rebellion, end them?

To conform, to blend in,
no more; and by blend in to say we end
the erasure of diversity in a thousand natural pigments
that flesh is heir to. 'tis a revolution
devoutly to be wish'd.

To remove foundation, to risk bags under eyes;
To risk bags under eyes, aye there's the rub.
For to expose the imperfections and blemishes
what impressions may come
when we are not hidden behind a masked face,
must give us pause: there's a respect
we demand with a painted pretty face.

For who would bear the quips and scorns of others,
the oppressor's wrong, the proud woman's standing against.
The pangs of childish insecurity, pride's delay,
the acceptance in Office and the assumption
that we are the unworthy of stakes.

When she herself might her quietus make
a pretty face? Who would want her without?
To grunt and sweat is an unladylike life,
But that the dread of someone to see you without
the face society has created as your truth.
The undiscovered beauty from whose real face
no one observes, puzzles the mind
and makes us rather continue in our disguised self
that is shown off to those we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
and thus the native hue of natural foundation
is painted over with the pale concealer and lipstick blots;
As we are encouraged to be specimens of perfection,
Though we are all imperfect and have the power to turn away
and create our own course of action.

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Apparently I have thoughts about make up...also thanks to our man Billy S'peare and Hammy for writing the original soliloquy a couple hundred years ago