I stopped wearing makeup for two years. For 730 straight days, I abandoned foundation, blush, mascara, brow powder, the works. I kept my brows trimmed and shaped, but I celebrated holidays, went on dates, and took a vacation sans makeup. The choice was an easy one for me to make; I have never been big into makeup. I wore it, but I never really knew what I was doing, and probably still don’t.
As I also shared previously, I have worked from home full time for five years. Not having to present in professional clothing with hair and makeup done five days a week means I can truly decide to wear makeup whenever I want to, and I decided to dip a toe into the ‘no makeup’ movement to see what I would find during this two-year span. Liberation, power, more sex appeal, healthier skin – any and all of them would do.
I got all of the aforementioned. Yes, even the sex appeal. I will get to that in a minute. Not manipulating my hair and face each day meant it flourished un-messed-with. I was able to pay closer attention to correlations between my diet and hydration levels and my skin’s clarity through getting familiar with my skin’s texture and true shade. I was able to greet myself more honestly each time I caught a glimpse of my reflection. At first, I didn’t like what I saw. But over time, I started to love the eyes, nose, brows, and lips that looked back at me.
Fewer pimples and split ends were a bonus, but so was simply looking in the mirror at my unfiltered face for two years. That span of time was similar for me to how all young girls begin to form a sense of identity based on what they look like, in a fun way. I set aside my insecurities in order to just take in who I am, and over two years I got to not only take myself in, but embrace, love, and start appreciating who and what I am. I had always played it safe with makeup, having tricked myself into thinking that colors just weren’t for me. I could wear them on my clothes and shoes, but my face?