Beauty has long been about illusions—hiding the trick, perfecting the finish, making effort look effortless. Face tape? It’s meant to disappear, tugging skin into place beneath a curtain of hair. Pimple patches? They exist to speed up healing in private. And clothing? Always meant to be worn the “right” way.
But what if the trick was never hidden?
Doechii wearing face tape on purpose—exposed, unashamed, because she likes how it looks—isn’t just a beauty choice. It’s a statement. The raw machinery of transformation worn like an accessory. The backstage brought forward. A refusal to pretend.
It’s the same energy as flipping your shirt inside out just because the seams look interesting. Or walking down the street with one side of your face fully made up—sculpted, lined, perfected—while the other side is bare, unapologetically real. Not unfinished, not incomplete, just both. Because who says makeup has to be all or nothing? Who decided the process had to disappear?
It’s a side step from wearing a star-shaped pimple patch to brunch like it’s a face gem. It’s the joy of breaking a rule you were never obligated to follow in the first place.
There’s freedom in that. In doing something for no reason other than because you can. Because beauty isn’t just about the end result—it’s about the process, the play, the rebellion of making it yours.