Here I am. No make-up, no filters and no Photoshop. I’m participating in #rawbeautytalks. The message: change the beauty conversation and love the raw you.
There are a handful of beauty memories that have stuck with me throughout my life. Years ago, in my 30s, I wasn’t wearing much make-up, and I happened to be in Los Angeles visiting a cousin. She asked me why I didn’t wear more make-up. She said, “You live in New York. How can you not wear make-up?” In my mind, I thought, she has a point, I need to represent and package myself in a competitive, fast-paced city like NY. While I had never allowed that statement to sway me, I still do hear her in my head from time to time when I walk out the door fresh-faced.
The second memory took place on a hot summer day, and I spotted the hostess in the restaurant I was dining in. She was tall, model-thin with a gorgeous afro and wasn’t wearing a lick of make-up. She was very small-chested, braless wearing a colored tank top. She was a vision of raw, natural beauty. She owned every ounce of it. It was a form of sexy confidence I had never seen before, and one I never forgot.
Do I cover my grays? Every three weeks. Do I think the eyelashes on my right eye that I just curled look better than the straight lashes on the left? Absolutely. Do I wish I didn’t have chronic eczema? No, I wish I didn't. I have no problem walking out of the house with only moisturizer on my skin but there are moments I feel vulnerable and exposed.
My husband tells me I look better without make-up. He’s a sweetheart, and never makes me feel like he’s looking at the wrinkles, uneven skin tone and red splotches that I know I have in spades. The other person who looks into my eyes without judgement? My two year old. It should be said, it should be shouted, Accept me! Love me! I love myself.