As a very tomboyish young girl I can remember always seeing what I thought then were the pretty women on TV and in magazines because they had art on their face. Yes art (laughing). While I wasn’t overly anxious to have art put on my face I did truly think that they were prettier than the women without art. As I got older my desire to wear art became more relevant. All the girls that wore art seemed to get the most attention so naturally being young and not really sure of self I wanted the same attention.
There was also the small issue of my Parents being totally against little girls wearing makeup because it made them look “fast, manish”…………..so it wasn’t until my Junior Prom that I wore makeup for the first time. I actually felt grown wearing it but there was something about wearing red that I totally hated.
When I decided to write a book about my life it was then while reflecting on my past that I realized why I hated red. It was the woman that showed up at my house, asking for my Daddy while my Momma was at work and she was wearing red finger nail polish. Just 2 years ago I finally put on red lipstick to address my past.
As an adult now I do occasionally wear makeup but by choice I choose not to except for special events etc. My reasoning for being bare faced is the desire to embrace the natural features, gifts God gave me. Most women feel like their imperfections can be hidden by makeup but fail to realize that your imperfections make you YOU. I’m thankful for the No Makeup Series, for what it is allowing women to accept that what they were born with is beautiful enough.