Well actually that’s a lie, but it got you here didn’t it? Filthy minded people that you are… It’s actually a song from Avenue Q, rather silly but it can get stuck in your head.
Actually I’m not wearing make up today, which feels like quite a big achievement for me. If this seems inane, or no big deal or some sort of heinous crime then allow me to explain why I’m telling you about my naked face.
I feel pressured into wearing make up because I don’t look the societal standard of beauty (that took a while to figure out how to say without saying it wrong), and while I was growing up it helped cover up the acne. Hairy prefers me without make up, so the other day I didn’t wear it all day, even when we went into town to do some shopping.
Surprisingly it felt really good. Normally I’m checking and redoing my make up whenever I go to the loo, but I barely even looked at my face and didn’t worry about eyeliner not staying in place. Honestly I did think I looked a little bit dead at times, but I got over that pretty quickly.
The first time I went out of the house when I wasn’t wearing make up was about a year and a half ago and I was incredibly unhappy and felt self conscious. Obviously this is since I started wearing the goop, I didn’t wear make up at five or anything daft like that!
So yeah, I wish we didn’t have mirrors or make up. I can’t even begin to tot up how much I’ve spent on make up over the years, and how much time I’ve wasted worrying about the way I look. It’s a right pain int’ bum. I’m not brave enough to ditch it entirely yet, but I’m toning down on how often and how much I use it.
I would have shared a photo of my naked face, but apparently the camera didn’t like it and the flash kept whiting out my face.