A week or two ago, I challenged myself and a few other friends to go a week without makeup. I had not shown up to school without any for more than two years. This was terrifying for me. I made it through the week successfully for the most part, only wearing some on Wednesday, and the challenge left me with a much better mindset.
Halfway through day 1, I was already feeling like crap. I went to the restroom to see my reflection and wanted to hit the mirror. Only a few hours in and I was already prepared to quit. I knew I couldn’t though. I don’t even look that different without makeup; it had become a safety blanket to me, and I needed to learn how to be confident without it.
Gradually day after day, I became less concerned with how I looked and more focused on how I felt. By the end of the week I had forgotten to feel self conscious every minute, and I cared very little what I looked like. I was amazed at what only a week of this could do to me. I have broken a two year long spell and don’t feel bad about it at all. I am so proud of myself.
Now I have fun with my makeup and fun without it. I’m not saying anything against beauty products; it’s just unhealthy for your confidence to be completely dependent on them. I now focus less on what my face is looking like and more on the beauty coming from my actions. In my opinion, a full face of makeup can’t even make a brat beautiful.
This was a fun challenge overall. I can appreciate myself without makeup, and I can see the parts about me it enhances. It’s not a cloak to hide behind, but a tool to emphasize your already-existing beauty. This is how the challenge changed my viewpoint on makeup.