Girls, I can’t be the only one who gets fed up when you wipe your face and get pissed off because you’ve inadvertently taken half your make-up off too.
I’m also not the only one who craves coming home, rinsing my face and bearing it all.
Didn’t think so.
There is something so empowering about having a bare face and feeling comfortable. I envy those that can do it freely, without forcing themselves to feel comfortable.
My skin seems to be getting worse. Coming off the pill has had a negative effect on my skin, unfortunately, and prescribed gels and creams can only do so much. Since I’m not a fan of waking up with a new pimple day in day out, I’m taking on the natural methods and keeping my face clog free – good bye make-up.
Whilst I love the transformation foundation and a good eye-brow pencil can do, I am thoroughly enjoying spending those extra minutes in bed. Oh and the lack of stress of matching my face to the colour of my neck. Oh AND not being a shiny mess even though the weather seems to have gone up several gears in the last couple of days.
Since not wearing layers of foundation, concealer, bronzer and more day in day out, my skin has without fail progressed. Spots are less frequent, skin is less oily overall and generally feeling fresh and clear than ever.
So what about my confidence. Well…..it has improved!
There are moments when I find myself covering my face with whatever I can find, mostly a hand over the mouth, but other than those random moments of uneasiness and feeling like EVERYONE IS LOOKING, I really don’t care.
The pressure among us women to feel and look perfect has really mounted over the last couple of years. At 22, I have never felt so self-conscious in my own body. Worried I’m not eating well, getting enough exercise, wearing the right clothes or the right amount of make-up.
Whilst some of those pressures can result in good – I have never been so eager to go and kick a ball around or shoot some hoops. Neither have I been so eager to eat a salad over a Big Mac. But there comes a time when enough is enough.
Especially when I look at spending 50 quid on a waist trainer which is more likely to result in internal damage rather than Kim K curves.
So what I’m trying to say is just by leaving my make-up to the sassy girl on the weekends, I have become more adapt and comfortable in my current skin. Not only that, I have become more excited to try a new contouring technique, eye shadow shade or MAC lipstick. No longer is it a chore applying winged eyeliner, but a treat!