I used to feel like I needed to be dressed up and wearing makeup in order to be considered attractive, liked, and accepted. Often, if I wasn’t wearing makeup and dressed up I felt dread and apologetic for my appearance.
This photo is me today. I am not ashamed to share it…I am wearing no makeup. My face is a little wrinkled but I am okay with this look. Why? Because it is the real me…my face is a story of my life and who I am. I no longer feel the need to hide behind makeup.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I occasionally dress up and wear makeup on special occasions but I am no longer a slave to feeling the need to wear it…to put on a show. I’m finally getting comfortable in my own skin…with the person I am becoming. I am finally learning to accept and love me. It is freeing and I love it.