I'm not if my mother gave me this advice to discourage me from using makeup or if she genuinely believed it, but she used to tell me all the time that wearing shimmery/glittery eyeshadow was going to get into my eye and blind me. I think I believed her for a couple of years in middle school before I decided it was ridiculous, and that I'm not the type of person to wear glitter eyeshadows anyway. Plus IF I decided to wear glitter now, there are primers out there specifically formulated for this fall-out problem. 

My mom has always scolded me for dying my hair or cutting it short.  My hair was blonde when i was little but now it's a gross ashy light brown, she still claims I'm a natural blonde.  It's also super fine, so short hairstyles are easier.  Silly mommy.

My mother never taught me how to put on make up. She barely said anything about shaving my legs, etc. & my "Aleutian Land Bridge" between my eyebrows.  When I was 25, my best friend, who had just started selling Avon, taught me how to use make up, from eye shadow to foundation and lipstick.  I was amazed.  My mom also told me to pop my zits, used to have me lay with my head on her lap while she popped them for me with a sterilized needle!  Oh, the scars....  and I've practiced self harm since I was a little girl (due to sexual abuse by male family members) which she never did anything about, but she showed me a way to 'pick' at myself when she used those sterilized needles on me.  I lived with my grandparents during my jr. and sr. years of high school and they told me nice girls didn't wear make-up or shave their legs and this was in 1967 - 1969!  We'd have running battles about things like that and my mom sent me her old electric shaver that was held together with electrical tape and would 'bite' me with shocks from shorts in the cord. There's nothing worse that wearing panty hose with stubble sticking out from underneath! But I survived and now, at the age of 60, I don't shave my legs above the knee.  I don't wear nylons with my long dresses, but I wear eye shadow with just a touch of liner and I take good care of my long brown hair with hardly any silver in it.  After I married, I had a son, so I didn't have to go thru the whole make up thing with him, but I did go thru  the importance of hygiene with him at all stages of his youth and puberty. He's a good looking man with a lovely and loving wife.  They've been married almost 10 years now and I'm sure hygiene had something to do with it! 

OMG! My mom used to make me take "hot applications" for acne around my nose! She'd take a scalding-hot wet wash cloth and apply it to my zits. I still blame her for the broken capillaries I have around my nostrils. Other than that, she's always been fantastic with makeup and skincare. 

I don't know if this makes any sense but I typically wash my face at night with a milk cream cleanser to help moistuirzer and in the morning after I excercise/sweat I use a light foamy cleanser.

I always moistuirzer after.

I forgot to say that she said I should wash my face morning & night.  I've discovered since then it's not necessary, particularly if you have dry skin.  Too much washing dries the skin. Of course, wash it at the end of the day with the grime & makeup to wash off, but how dirty is my face in the morning???  Not very.  I splash a little water around my eyes to help "wake-up", but there's no need for cleanser.  She's a "clean freak" and I guess that's where I still get that from!  But for years now I only cleanse at night.

Like WhitneyScott, she thinks lipstick is essential.  She's not from the south, but she never goes without lipstick, even at home.

It all started when I was 14 and got my first pimple. She told me it was okay to pop them. She actually popped it for me. So whenever I had one, she would tell me it was okay. She had no CLUE what she was talking about. She started a very bad habit that I didn't stop doing until I was 28! I'm not mad at for it, becuase she honestly didn't know.

I have fond memories of being a little girl watching my mom get ready for a night out. She'd have hot rollers in her hair while she'd put on her makeup, slip into a dress, ask my Dad to put attach the clasps on her jewelry. I loved watching the transformation take place right in front of me ... until her curled hair came down and she started spraying hairspray like a madwoman. I can still taste the stingy stuff and feel the slight burn in my eyes. And although my mom tried to insist on my using hairspray any time I curled my hair, I'd refuse. And I still refuse. The stuff is toxic -- anything that makes your eyes burn and your tongue practically get pins and needles can't be good for you. And, frankly, I've got thick, somewhat wavy hair that takes a curl really well, so I don't really need to use the stuff.

In high school, I had terrible acne. My mom suggested trying a method that had worked for her friend in high school: not washing your face, just rinsing with water. Now that I know more about skin I can see why it worked for her friend (who was over-drying her face and needed to let it rebalance), but it only made my skin way worse. Finally, she wised up and took me to a dermatologist, thank goodness!

"Don't remove your facial hair. It'll grow back thicker like a man." 

As if! I kind of chuckled at that. She's Swedish so she doesn't have it that bad. My other half is Italian, and those genes dominate in me, so I definitely need to remove unwanted hair on a regular basis or face the cruel stereotype of the hairy Italian woman.