Yep, WordPress, there’s me. All fuzzified, but, still me. I wanted to take a new picture, because I hadn’t had one in three years and all of my FB pictures had me with super-short hair. I wanted to show off my big long hair. This fuzzified one doesn’t do it justice, but you start to get the point.
Imagine my surprise when I post this picture on FB and automatically get a harsh reply, “Errrrmmmm, where’s ur makeup?” Okay, it wasn’t hard enough for me to put it up there, and now my best friend from high school (who is also an Avon rep) points out that, gee, you NEED makeup. She made me feel so stupid. And ugly.
And the thing is, I let her. I let her make me feel stupid and ugly (and of course, fat, because ugly and fat go hand in hand) and undesirable. I let her make me feel like I needed makeup to be pretty, when I know better. I do like to wear makeup, yes, but I don’t wear it all the time. I don’t have to wear it to feel pretty. But I let her make me feel ashamed, for not being more of a woman, a girly girl.
I think what this photo really shows is a person, trying to put herself out there. Trying really hard, because it doesn’t come easy. Trying even harder to overcome the feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem and the feeling like she really isn’t pretty. Not at 32 years old.
The truth of the matter, is this person doesn’t NEED makeup. Maybe a little mascara for those blonde eyelashes, maybe a touch of eyeshadow, of blush. But that would be about it. This person isn’t in need of foundation and concealer and powder and all the face paint. This person doesn’t think it looks good on ANYONE.
So there are a few blemishes here and there, and those eyes would really POP with a tiny bit of makeup, but there’s nothing wrong with the picture above. That woman is lovely, inside and out, and it is a damn shame that she lets others make her feel differently.