Ever since my teenage years I have never been too fond of my skin. As far as I could remember I’ve always had problematic skin. It was acne prone, dry in the winter, oily in the summer — just complicated. My skin was never just “perfect”, as if there was one true definition of perfection. During these years, every morning I would see my mother get ready for work and she would take 30 minutes to an hour applying makeup on. I didn’t think she needed it but she did it anyway. I don’t know if you have noticed but theres something about old peoples skin thats very reminiscent to a baby’s skin. That was my mother’s skin. She was beautiful without makeup but she still applied some anyway. Slowly the fine blemishes that made my mother’s skin, my mother’s would slowly disappear within each stroke of her brush.
I was in awe. It was as if I had discovered a gold mine, a solution to all my problems. I would rummage though my mother’s makeup, slather whatever I could find all over my face. Keep in mind that my mother is about three shades lighter than me. Honestly, I looked terrible.
Within time, research and practice, I learned techniques that worked for my face and how to apply makeup somewhat correctly. I have never been one who would apply a full face of makeup in the morning before I head out into the world and start my day. Then again I was never comfortable enough to wake up one morning and go about my day without makeup. The little I do wear I find myself relying on as a day to day necessity. It’s like having your cup of coffee every morning — its a routine, you’ve done it often enough that you just don’t go without it. My relationship with makeup was the same.
One morning it all changed. It was a summer day in August and I remember the it being so hot and uncomfortable. The weather in New York City was 96 degrees and climbing. Being makeup free has been somewhat of a trend ever since the world was just FLOORED over singer Alicia Keys decided to stop wearing makeup and rock the au natural look.
Why not? I thought. The last thing I needed was my face melting onto my boyfriends shirt. I ditched the look. I moisturized and then stop. I left my apartment looking naked and bare. And you know what was the best part? No one cared! No one looked at me more or less than usual. My boyfriend loved the au natural look and thought I looked as beautiful as ever. I felt confident and beautiful in my own skin.
Since that first adventure without makeup, I have been completely ditching foundation and concealer unless for emergencies like events and parties (which I don’t go to often). But for the most part I’ve been makeup free and my skin has been thanking me for it. Not only do I allow my skin to breathe when I don’t wear makeup but I feel as if I have been breaking out less. I still get breakouts especially during that time of the month but I wear my breakouts proudly. I love my skin for the acne prone, dry, and oily mess that it is. Imperfect skin is my definition perfect.