Nude Faced Glory

  
My life has been an infinite struggle with coming terms with my appearance, and in turn, becoming confident and happy in my own skin.

Every single day of my life, I wake up, and put a full face of makeup on. I’m not saying I wear a little bit. I wear a hell of a lot; I cake on my foundation to hide any imperfection in my skin, I draw on eyebrows that are less messy and unkempt, I contour so my nose looks thinner, I put lipstick on so my lips don’t seem so washed out looking. Every single day of my life, I do this, and this has been the way for years now. 

It’s gotten to the point where my naked face tends to disgust me. I don’t recognise that person in the mirror. I am absolutely confident when I am her but not when I am really me. 

So today I challenged myself. I decided not to put makeup on. I made a conscious choice to compliment my face, whether I believed it or not.  I’m feeling good. I’ve gone into my makeup room to put makeup on twice now, but left with clean skin thankfully. I am trying to embrace the beauty that I was blessed with. I am trying to embrace me, as a whole.

Death to self-loathing, I say! I will love myself again. Flaws and all. 

So here I am, in all my nude-faced glory. Pouring my heart out to people that don’t care, in the hope that it will mend it.