I don't own FMA O:
Sorry for having Riza be quite off character, but this was written completely from my personal point of view, so it was quite hard to alter. xp
-- Reading from Riza's POV this time, for a try. Enjoy!
Make-up
I used to be paranoid towards make-up.
The initial realization occurred in me, not when I first wore it for a family photograph; not when I first saw a clown.
But after he forced me into playing dress-up (him wearing a tiny suit) back during his freetime from my father's training, he started painting on my face until I looked like my own doll, it really terrified me. I didn't hesitate on painting his face back after he called me his Barbie.
I grew by distance from the cosmetics at arms' length. Everyday I go to work with only a thin spread of powder over my face. Looks aren't meant to be so worked up over when all you have around are guys with their faces dug into stacks of paper.
But I guess through the years I've learned that a bit of lipstick and gloss wouldn't be too bad for a few...surprise attacks.