As I put on my makeup this morning, I decided to ignore a particularly aggressive cluster of spots. After all, there’s only so much that can be done – the redness can be covered but not the texture. It’s fine.
I wish I’d always been this blasé.
When I was in my early teens, my spots might as well have been shouting across the room. I don’t suppose anyone else cared though, or even noticed.
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I haven’t been wearing much makeup recently. I’ve been wearing more casual clothes too, and I feel good about it.
There’s something freeing about going ‘bare-faced’ when in the past you would have been reluctant to leave the house without makeup. I should be completely honest, and say that my skin is a little better than it was, which makes it easier.
It’s not just that, though. I am more confident in general. And, unlike my teenage self, I realise that everyone has much more important things to worry about than the state of my face! I now enjoy not wearing makeup – it’s far quicker to get ready, I don’t have to spend ages trying to remove mascara from my lash line, and I feel like myself. Pretty good, I’d say.
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