(Pulled from my journal)
It’s amazing how great it feels to throw on some clothes and
just walk out of house, not worrying about what your face looks like, knowing
that your face just looks like your face. It just makes you feel so remarkable
to be out and about all day and know that your face looks the same way it
looked that morning (except there’s probably pizza sauce around your mouth
because you’re not the most elegant of eaters). Being makeup free has does
something unexplainable to me. It’s made me feel extremely comfortable in my
own skin. It’s created a confidence in myself on a level that I have never
before experienced.
Over the past couple of years, I
have been on this sort of self-journey and have found myself growing distant
from the materialistic aspects of the world. Being makeup free has reinforced
that distance. Falling in love with my natural, beautiful self has made me
focus on improving and noticing the other aspects that make me beautiful. Being makeup free may not seem like a big
deal to you but as I’ve had to overcome the worst breakouts of my life this
year due to humidity or hormones changes or something my dermatologist cant
quite determine, I’ve had to challenge myself to walk out and be proud of the
fact that I am not defined by my shell. I have gotten to know the dustiest
corners of my soul and realized that who I am has nothing to do at all with my
external appearance. For the first time in my life, it’s like I know exactly
who I am. I’m not saying that going makeup
free is going to do this to all of you, because I don’t believe that this
journey of epiphanies has happened from my lack of makeup alone. It’s what has
come from it. My thoughts and actions have been inspired by it. It started as
this little seed, and it started a movement in my life.
The first step is realizing that your
shell does not define you. The steps that follow are you figuring out what you
ARE defined by. If you aren’t sure, then figure out what you WANT to be defined
by, and figure out the steps you need to take to get there. Before all else, I want to be defined by my
relationship with Jesus Christ. I know that my insurmountable Joy, passion and
love come from him. They are my greatest gifts, the thing that make me
beautiful. I’m not trying to be conceited by listing the things that I’m good at,
but for the first time in my life, I’m 100% confident in those things. I know
what I want to do and who I want to be, and it was all clarified the moment
that I realized that none of those things have anything to do with my skin or
with my bones. They stem from my soul, which will linger longer then my flesh
ever could, and that is one of the most beautiful things I could possibly
imagine.
