|Day One and About 3 months later. Blemishes cleared, inflammation gone, bruising around eyes gone, irritation of lips gone, skin softer and more even.|
A few days later I looked in the mirror and guess what? I didn't look awful. In fact I looked young, healthy, confident, and happier. That weekend was a test for me. I would be going to a dance. Something I would traditionally get dolled up for. I didn't. I didn't touch my hair or my face. I wore yoga pants and a comfortable shirt and I went expecting to dance. I was going to sweat. My face was going to be red. I was there for me. And I wasn't there to impress.
I had the best dance experience of my life that night.
It's been about three months since I stopped using the crap that society thinks all beautiful women require to be desirable to others (even to themselves). I hadn't realized how damaging make-up had been for my confidence and my enjoyment until I was free of it. Before I would run to a mirror frequently during the day to make sure my make-up didn't need touched up. I would spend a half hour applying layer after layer around my eyes, bruising the skin underneath. I would touch up every blemish and as a result when I was looking at my face I was searching for them.
Now I don't even feel the need to look at myself. When it's a special occasion I'll put a bit of mascara on but other than that I haven't felt the need for anything else. I feel strong and beautiful. I feel healthy and confident. I like my face the way it was made and as a result of that I am finding that I also just plain like myself.
I urge ladies young and old to accept the challenge. And when you have daughters try and prevent them from finding a hiding place in that gunk. They deserve to shine.
P.S. My next challenge is only getting clothes from thrift stores. :)