AHHH It's my naked face. That's not even a justified reaction. For goodness sake, it's what my momma gave me. And there is all of zero reasons why I should ever be ashamed of it. But makeup. It's like a drug. I tell myself I don't need it but it's a quick fix to all of my self-confidence issues.
Got a breakout? Hide it with your fullest-coverage foundation.
Tired eyes? Concealer to the rescue.
Face a little dull? Add some blush to perk your face up.
Feeing fat? Contour those cheekbones.
Looking pale? Put some sunshine on your face with a heavy dusting of bronzer.
… and so on. Tricking myself into feeling like the unnecessary is necessary – such a human thing. We’re all smart enough to know that makeup isn’t key to survival and I could live with out it but I choose not to.
To curb this issue, I'm going cold turkey.