About a year ago, I made the decision to stop painting my face. (Otherwise known as "to stop wearing makeup".)
Now, I don't have some crusade against makeup. I didn't stop wearing makeup for religious reasons, political reasons, or anything else except for one thing: For me, wearing makeup felt....wrong. I hated wearing it. It didn't make me feel prettier or more feminine. It felt like I was painting my face. Period.
For me, wearing makeup felt....wrong. I hated wearing it. It didn't make me feel prettier or more feminine. It felt like I was painting my face. Period.
I'd love to say that I was strong, that I told him off and did what I wanted. But....I didn't. I sheepishly began to wear makeup when I left the house.
Fast forward 30+ years. I still wore makeup when I was out of the house (usually), and I still hated it. It wasn't ME. It was some painted woman who had lips a lot brighter and eyes who looked smokier. If I ran into someone I knew when it was a "no makeup" day, they said I looked "tired," or something similar.
So last year, at 46, I decided that 46 years is long enough to do things I hate just because other people thought I should.
I decided that "natural" me is the me I wanted to present to the world.
It's been a year since I made that decision. So far I haven't had any negative repercussions (other than several complete strangers asking me if I am a lesbian, but that's other story), and I have only had benefits. I feel more comfortable in my what-you-see-is-what-you-get face, and it's made me a lot happier.