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I’m currently conducting an experiment to prove that the more makeup I wear, the more I become reliant on it (I’ve just lost all my male readers so I’m now free to sound as girly as I want) by going one week without any gloop plastered on my face.
Pre-experiment observation has led me to believe that I look terrible without makeup (despite Fox’s insistence that this just isn’t the case). I have noticed that the last few times people have said to me “You look really tired” are the very times when I have decided to go sans Mac Face and Body and take on the world au naturale. At this point, as a gentle digression, may I point out that telling someone they look tired is never a compliment, regardless of the sincerity behind it; you might as well say “Sheesh, don’t you look rough?!” and be done with it.
When I was hit with dreaded swine flu a few weeks ago I didn’t wear makeup for an extended period and that was purely because I couldn’t lift my head off the pillow, let alone cared much about my general appearance. By the end of the week I was actually reluctant to return to my makeup-everyday ways as the mascara and eye-liner induced bags had faded and my skin was generally glowing from the opportunity to receive actual oxygen.
Having gone two days now without any mask behind which to hide my blotchy skin and sleepy eyes I can’t say it has been as hard as I had imagined. I can even rub my eyes without worrying that I have streaked black across my face. It has also forced me to pay more attention to my hair and clothes (I’m after a more carefree look, not a couldn’t-care-less look!) and I feel the need to smile more to appear bright and alive.
So, if I’m looking a little pale and sickly over the next few days, please don’t suggest that I might want to consider iron tablets. Rather, take a good look at my bare face making a rare and limited appearance and marvel at my dazzling smile as I try and divert your attention.
(If you are a guy other than my husband and you are still reading this, well done.)
Pre-experiment observation has led me to believe that I look terrible without makeup (despite Fox’s insistence that this just isn’t the case). I have noticed that the last few times people have said to me “You look really tired” are the very times when I have decided to go sans Mac Face and Body and take on the world au naturale. At this point, as a gentle digression, may I point out that telling someone they look tired is never a compliment, regardless of the sincerity behind it; you might as well say “Sheesh, don’t you look rough?!” and be done with it.
When I was hit with dreaded swine flu a few weeks ago I didn’t wear makeup for an extended period and that was purely because I couldn’t lift my head off the pillow, let alone cared much about my general appearance. By the end of the week I was actually reluctant to return to my makeup-everyday ways as the mascara and eye-liner induced bags had faded and my skin was generally glowing from the opportunity to receive actual oxygen.
Having gone two days now without any mask behind which to hide my blotchy skin and sleepy eyes I can’t say it has been as hard as I had imagined. I can even rub my eyes without worrying that I have streaked black across my face. It has also forced me to pay more attention to my hair and clothes (I’m after a more carefree look, not a couldn’t-care-less look!) and I feel the need to smile more to appear bright and alive.
So, if I’m looking a little pale and sickly over the next few days, please don’t suggest that I might want to consider iron tablets. Rather, take a good look at my bare face making a rare and limited appearance and marvel at my dazzling smile as I try and divert your attention.
(If you are a guy other than my husband and you are still reading this, well done.)
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