Life with Maquillaphobia (fear of makeup)

Hello, I am from Brazil and I want to write about this subject because I have never seen anyone talk about it. Yes, I’m a maquillaphobic, and I’ve had it as long as I can remember. My first memory about maquillaphobia was at the age of 5, when, at the 1998 World Cup, the nursery school teacher painted on my cheeks. Two green and yellow stripes corresponding to the flag of my country. I hated having it painted on me, and wanted to remove it anyway.
As I grew older I realized that it made no sense for women to paint their faces, and I felt a huge revulsion for even looking at a makeup woman. Yes, my case is so severe that I get goose bumps just thinking about cosmetics and makeup. Just talking about or hearing the word “makeup”, I already feel a pain in my chest that makes me extremely disgusted by it. If someone on the street simply says the word “lipstick” or “mascara”, perfume and things like that, I start to shiver and feel hatred and anger, as if to run away. I also feel the same for nail polish, and now the problem comes: I’m a straight man, so I need to relate to women, but they all wear makeup, so what to do?
Yes, I’ve kissed girls in high school, and yes, some of them wore makeup, and yes, I hated it, and hope never to go through it again. I’m a handsome man, and no woman would say no. At school I was admired by girls, and not a few asked to kiss me. Beautiful girls, sexy, blue-eyed blond girls, green-eyed brunettes, which I was very attracted to, but put on makeup, I refused to kiss them, and not a few.
The subject “woman” is a complicated thing for me, because I see beautiful women, and I feel a lot of attraction, but then I see their makeup, and I feel disgusted. It is ambiguous to want and at the same time repudiate the same thing. Whenever I see a woman, I always notice her nails, makeup, and if that’s their custom, I give up of trying something. There’s no way!
I never had the courage to tell this to a woman, so I once created an internet post talking about it. Some women were extremely offended, and they cursed me, called me crazy, said I needed a psychiatrist, compared me to criminals, but I was never disrespectful to any woman. The reaction of women on the Internet made me even more afraid to tell someone in person. The truth is, even my mother doesn’t know I’m a maquillaphobic, and luckily, she almost never wears makeup. Luckily, I have no sister, and I wonder what I will do with my life if I have a daughter.
Daughter? I think it will be hard for me to have one, because in 2014, at 21, I definitely gave up on relating. Today I am 26 and I am a virgin. That’s right, I’m a beautiful man, and I’m a virgin. I haven’t kissed anyone for 5 years. I haven’t even held a woman’s hand in five years, and I know it will be forever, because my extreme disgust for makeup makes me want to run away from anyone.
I am a handsome man, I live in a big city, and I see beautiful women every day, and I know that until I find a woman completely abdicated from any makeup article, I will never relate, ever.
I wonder if there is a woman in the world who has the same phobia, because if there is, I would really be curious about her story.