It wasn’t my day but damn, didn’t I look good. Or like an African aunty… Depending on how you look at it.
Since the wedding, and my first full face makeover, last Sunday; I’ve felt a bit strange about my face. Nothing serious, not like I can’t go out but suddenly I feel less fabulous.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of my new face but I had to admit that my skin was looking perfect. Every selfie I took had the light gracing me perfectly and the comments I got about my beauty were though to make my head explode decadently. There was something about being societys standard of beautiful for 14 hours and it felt mostly great.
When I wiped of the mask and my skin which was once “clearing up nicely” looked into a patchy mess with dark circles under my eyes and my less than fleeky eyebrows furiously burrowed in the middle of my head..
I suddenly felt unkempt, let go. Less than perfect.
As a natural beauty advocate who is bare faced 99% of the time I was saddened to think I could feel this way. “Maybe that’s why the rest of them do it”. To feel that extra glam they don’t have. I get it. For those extra likes online and extra smiles in person.
Body confidence is a topic I feel passionately about. It had taken a fair while for me to reach the stage that I’m at now and I wish to inspire people to do the same. To let others know that their bare face is not unsightly but actually the best version of themselves that there can ever be. Spots and all.
Maybe it’s a good thing that I can’t find my correct shade of foundation and my winged eyeliner is a flop. I now have more time to adjust to this beautiful God-given masterpiece I call, my face.
To be fair, this photo on the left is me 4 years ago but I looked the same so….