I recently read a really inspiring tale by Sheba Siddiqui over on the masalamommas website.
So inspiring that I decided to take action on it.
Recently I have realized exactly how much of a huge part my husband has played in my life – I guess in the end, you never REALLY know until it is gone.
At least in my case, it will be gone for only a few more months.
My husband has been my rock for so many years – not only was he the drug that kept me away from sinking deep into my mental illness, but he also told me I was beautiful every single day.
And I abused it. I told him that by saying I love you and telling me I was the most beautiful woman in the world everyday, that he devalued the words – that they become habit and not a reality . That the words become empty.
Little did I know how much they did for me psychologically and how much I would miss it when he left to go study across the pond.
Little did I know how much I would crave hearing those words and how much I would miss having him here, if not for anything else, for that alone.
So after reading the article I mentioned above, I decided to think for a bit. My husband believes me to be beautiful, yet I pile on makeup every day to hide my flaws – attempting to mask the beauty that he is referring to.
I have been looking at my countertop stained with spilled foundation and powder and blush and all colors of the rainbow, now engrained into my vanity no matter how hard I scrub, and have decided to strike.
I refuse to be that person anymore.
I refuse to hide behind the makeup and the hairspray anymore.
Unfortunately I am weak so I am only refusing to do this on casual occasions (unlike the brave Sheba who went to wedding sans makeup, I have yet to grow those balls).
I do believe a little makeup is appropriate in some situations (work, business meetings or weddings for example) and will therefore wear a little to these. Just a little. I will try anyway.
Okay so here’s the deal. I am going to stop wearing makeup every day in my casual life. I will only do so for business meetings or formal occasions that require it. At least to start – maybe (hopefully?)I will get addicted to the natural me and sport it like the latest fashion all about town. In the meantime, baby steps.
So I am going sans makeup baby, for my husband who loves the natural me and for me that needs to remember that I am beautiful the way God made me.
And the first step is to reveal me without makeup to you. (deep breath it may be scary).
