Fooled ya! Not getting married. Not even going to a wedding. I did attend a beautiful reception for some co-workers a few weeks back, but nope. No ma-wage for moi. I just like that song.
It's 12:45 AM and my mind is so busy, I can't sleep. I ate a huge freshly-baked cinnamon roll and drank a large Dr. Pepper with my friend Emily tonight (and really, her name is Emily, I'm not saying that I had this munchie-fest all by myself--- but who's says it's a shame to eat stuff like that alone? *shifts eyes around nervously*)
As I grabbed the link for the "All By Myself" music video, a commercial flashed: "You can hide uneven skin tone from [here], but what about {zooms in for a close-up of a woman's face} [here]?"
Really, lady? really? hide my uneven skin tone? I'm not trying to hide my skin when I put on makeup, and I'm also unafraid of people looking at me from 5 feet away and noticing little imperfections in my face. What exactly are we hiding from? The inevitable wrinkles that come from SMILING too much? Heaven forbid we enjoy our lives without hiding it.
{It has just been brought to my attention that there are many good people in this world who are grateful for some cosmetic cover-up for purposes of acne scars, and other such things. Please don't take offense to my rant--- I do understand makeup. I even like it, but indulge me a bit.}
Could you see a man doing a commercial like this? Men: how afraid are you that your skin tone is uneven? I mean, it's gotta be on the top 10 list of little problems you want to fix about yourself this summer. Tell me all about it.
On Sundays, I put on oodles of makeup (at least as compared with my daily regimen) so I look polished for Music & the Spoken Word. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see me on camera for 5 seconds as a little pin-prick amongst a sea of singers. I did get lucky on my first broadcast with a close-up but this is NOT normal.
One such Sabbath following church I flung my exhausted frame upon my bed and slept for hours, makeup and all (don't recommend it). I awoke with a rumbly stomach to a text message from a dearly beloved man-friend of mine: "You're invited to consume milk and cookies at my apartment." And how could I say no??
I rolled out of bed, washed my face of all makeup traces, put on my glasses to cover up my makeupless face, and meandered slowly toward his house to consume these morsels of delectability. After chatting with man-friend, I went straight for the cookies. No shame. I waded through a sea of people to plant myself, albeit in the midst of a hub of social activity, right by the oven. *Yay! Fresh cookies for MEEE! I will eat all the things.*
As the chocolate-chip cookies melted in my mouth, I made small talk with several people standing very close to me, including the chef, all hovering around the aroma of freshly-baked gooey chocolatey goodness. I tried to maintain friendly but distant conversation, as my face was, shall I say, exposed. I was at man-friend's house for 10 minutes, maximum (I also feel that eating cookies is an important activity which should not be procrastinated, so I eat them as quickly as possible).
A few days later, the chef of these cookies asked me on a date. Wait, what? You want to go out with uneven-skin-tone-girl? I know I looked like crap when I met him. But apparently he didn't care.... Wait, can you be serious?
Yes, yes, I can.
Did I go to this party wanting a date? No. I had a major cookie-consumption agenda to execute. But didn't he care about my uneven skin tone? No. He thought I was nice...He maybe even thought I was attractive. (I've heard that's why men ask women out, but who knows...)
So all I'm trying to say is, be yourself. If you're wearing some makeup, great. If you go out and you have none on, that's awesome too! We have so much more to worry about in this world than the evenness of our skin tone. So much more. And the more we start thinking of ways to make life better for our families, friends, and the world at large, the better off we will be.
So what's your insecurity? Don't answer that. Just think it to yourself.
Decide now that your insecurity is not as important as loving the people around you. And the moment that you start living this way, your whole world will change. Promise.
I'm not saying I'm going into public without makeup ALL the time, but I sure as heck am not afraid of doing it anymore.
It's 12:45 AM and my mind is so busy, I can't sleep. I ate a huge freshly-baked cinnamon roll and drank a large Dr. Pepper with my friend Emily tonight (and really, her name is Emily, I'm not saying that I had this munchie-fest all by myself--- but who's says it's a shame to eat stuff like that alone? *shifts eyes around nervously*)
As I grabbed the link for the "All By Myself" music video, a commercial flashed: "You can hide uneven skin tone from [here], but what about {zooms in for a close-up of a woman's face} [here]?"
Really, lady? really? hide my uneven skin tone? I'm not trying to hide my skin when I put on makeup, and I'm also unafraid of people looking at me from 5 feet away and noticing little imperfections in my face. What exactly are we hiding from? The inevitable wrinkles that come from SMILING too much? Heaven forbid we enjoy our lives without hiding it.
{It has just been brought to my attention that there are many good people in this world who are grateful for some cosmetic cover-up for purposes of acne scars, and other such things. Please don't take offense to my rant--- I do understand makeup. I even like it, but indulge me a bit.}
Could you see a man doing a commercial like this? Men: how afraid are you that your skin tone is uneven? I mean, it's gotta be on the top 10 list of little problems you want to fix about yourself this summer. Tell me all about it.
On Sundays, I put on oodles of makeup (at least as compared with my daily regimen) so I look polished for Music & the Spoken Word. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see me on camera for 5 seconds as a little pin-prick amongst a sea of singers. I did get lucky on my first broadcast with a close-up but this is NOT normal.
One such Sabbath following church I flung my exhausted frame upon my bed and slept for hours, makeup and all (don't recommend it). I awoke with a rumbly stomach to a text message from a dearly beloved man-friend of mine: "You're invited to consume milk and cookies at my apartment." And how could I say no??
I rolled out of bed, washed my face of all makeup traces, put on my glasses to cover up my makeupless face, and meandered slowly toward his house to consume these morsels of delectability. After chatting with man-friend, I went straight for the cookies. No shame. I waded through a sea of people to plant myself, albeit in the midst of a hub of social activity, right by the oven. *Yay! Fresh cookies for MEEE! I will eat all the things.*
As the chocolate-chip cookies melted in my mouth, I made small talk with several people standing very close to me, including the chef, all hovering around the aroma of freshly-baked gooey chocolatey goodness. I tried to maintain friendly but distant conversation, as my face was, shall I say, exposed. I was at man-friend's house for 10 minutes, maximum (I also feel that eating cookies is an important activity which should not be procrastinated, so I eat them as quickly as possible).
A few days later, the chef of these cookies asked me on a date. Wait, what? You want to go out with uneven-skin-tone-girl? I know I looked like crap when I met him. But apparently he didn't care.... Wait, can you be serious?
Yes, yes, I can.
Did I go to this party wanting a date? No. I had a major cookie-consumption agenda to execute. But didn't he care about my uneven skin tone? No. He thought I was nice...He maybe even thought I was attractive. (I've heard that's why men ask women out, but who knows...)
So all I'm trying to say is, be yourself. If you're wearing some makeup, great. If you go out and you have none on, that's awesome too! We have so much more to worry about in this world than the evenness of our skin tone. So much more. And the more we start thinking of ways to make life better for our families, friends, and the world at large, the better off we will be.
So what's your insecurity? Don't answer that. Just think it to yourself.
Decide now that your insecurity is not as important as loving the people around you. And the moment that you start living this way, your whole world will change. Promise.
I'm not saying I'm going into public without makeup ALL the time, but I sure as heck am not afraid of doing it anymore.
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