Something’s happened. I’m not quite sure when this change took place, it might even have been overnight but it’s a definite change and I actually quite like it. I’m welcoming it with open arms.
DUM…DUM…DUM……..I’ve ditched the make up!
OK, so you were probably thinking it was going to be slightly more profound than that but hear me out. Or perhaps read me out.
Historically, I’ve been someone who simply cannot imagine life sans make up and while I’ll of course still stick the war paint on when I go out socialising of an evening (I like to feel glam on occasion!), day to day I’ve realised I don’t need a face full of make up to feel confident.
Because, let’s face it, make up ultimately is a confidence booster.
Let’s rewind things back to the early noughties. I was in secondary school and to say I was something of an ugly duckling would probably be an understatement. I’m someone who has never been blessed with blemish free skin or silky, perfectly straight hair. I’ve always had to look for a little assistance with ensuring I look presentable. If I were to walk out of my house with my hair as nature intended then it would be far from a pretty sight.
Seeking solace in hair and make-up products at the age of 14/15 was a confidence booster for sure. Even if looking back, I got it SO wrong. Think tell-tale foundation tide marks around the neck and (don’t laugh), the time I used black mascara on my eyebrows or the time I actually shaved them off (my Mother’s reaction was priceless).
However, I’d found myself in a place where I simply couldn’t live without make up. So much so I was threatened with suspension from school during my last year in education, should I not ditch the Collection 2000 foundation and trusty eyeliner. That was a bad day. A very bad day indeed, this posed something of a dilemma.
Aged 16. I can neither confirm nor deny that I am a direct descendent of Charles II.
As time progressed I would experiment with different looks/hairstyles, finally settling with my make-up routine in my 20’s, still very much of the opinion that make up and me go hand in hand.
Since turning 30 however, I’ve found myself leaving the house bare faced and barely flinching and what a revelation it’s been. The time I’ve saved has been incredible. It used to take me a good hour (and the rest) to get ready for work, whereas these days it takes less than 30 minutes, and I even manage to feed the cat with minutes to spare.
Forgive me for being melodramatic (regular occurrence with me) but I feel liberated and I don’t feel that my confidence has taken a hit either.
Back in the day I’d feel hugely self-conscious talking to people if I didn’t have ‘my face on’ but now I just don’t care. I honestly couldn’t give a shit if you think my nose looks big (I already know) or my eye bags are so big and prominent that they could hold a family of 4’s weekly food shop (I have a child, sleep is a rare entity).
It also means I look forward to getting dolled up when I’m out of an evening. I enjoy putting my make up on and seeing my face transform from looking tired and sallow to bronzed and not quite beautiful but certainly an improvement nonetheless!
Changing the subject slightly, I was having a discussion with my Mum the other day while looking through some old photos and memorabilia (great pastime, if not slightly cringe worthy). I mentioned how in years to come, I wonder if the new generation will have those embarrassing moments of “what the F was I thinking when I wore this” or “that photo is never seeing the light of day” and I attribute this to societies obsession with picture perfect Instagram worthy selfies and the like. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good selfie and there are times where I’ll stick a filter on a photo and revel at how half decent I look but I’m SO glad I have those hilarious photos to look back on of times of old where I look geeky and spotty and SO untrendy it hurts.
I just had to share this photo. Double denim disaster or what??!!!
This is probably a post for another time, but I can’t tell you how relieved I am that I grew up in a generation where social media didn’t exist. The pressure youngsters must be under these days to conform to a certain look or image is nothing short of worrying. But, like I say, that’s something to ponder on in another post.
For now, I’m just going to revel in how pleased I am to found myself in a position where I don’t feel like I have to pile on the make up every time I leave the house. It’s refreshing, liberating and I guess this is what it feels like when I’ve been told numerous times that when you’re in your thirties you’ll feel comfortable in your own skin.
Make up free. Aside from my trusty false eyelashes. I LITERALLY HAVE NO EYELASHES!!!