As a teenage girl, my life revolved around boys and makeup. I was forever getting dressed and ready to impress whoever I bumped into. You can bet your buns i never went out without makeup and getting dressed up. The thought of wandering out of the house looking less than perfect made me cringe. I cared way too much about what other people thought of me.
Essentially-I was hiding behind makeup and always curled/styled hair instead of showing my true self. I didn’t think I was pretty “enough” to walk out the door without it. What would other people think?
I spent my 20s trying to figure myself out. I think that’s what they are for though, don’t you? For me, (and for most 20somethings)my 20s meant making big life decisions, dating, and trying to keep everything together. I was stressed out a lot from trying to finish school and manage a home on my own. When you are on your own, it forces you to get to know your roommate pretty well: and me, myself, and I got to know each other very well over the course of 4 years.
Appearance was a big factor of my life in my 20s. I was still the girl who got dressed up for everything, everyday, and cared about everyone’s opinions. I didn’t start to truly feel comfortable with who I am until I met my husband. It was like something inside me could finally just…begin to breathe…and relax I can remember my little sister saying to me one day (shortly after meeting my husband),that I looked more relaxed and better with less makeup. I began to settle into “who I am” and ” who I want to be” rather than “who I ought to be” or “who I am trying to be.” He was able to see me for me, and for the first time ever, I began to let go of feeling like I needed to impress everyone around me. Its a pretty freeing feeling. Being with someone who loves you so completely for YOU is amazing.
Makeup and my appearance started to play less of a role in my life. I still love to get all dolled up for a special occasion-but my day to day look consists more of me not wearing makeup, and bumming around in running shorts rather than a cute sundress/real people clothes. And I hardly ever style my hair…
(sockbun, I love you)
Caring what others think of me takes up way too much time. And to be honest it’s exhausting. it took a long time, but I truly have learned that if someone doesn’t like me-or like my appearance-I don’t give a damn about it. That lesson took a while to learn: I always wanted everyone to like me. But things are much deeper than what is on the surface: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m beautiful in the eyes of my husband, friends and family, and that’s what matters. I don’t need to be friends with everyone, or cater to a whole bunch of other people’s needs. I’m completely satisfied with my little family of my five or six girlfriends who are honest and open with one another and looks aren’t a factor.
What really matters is how you view yourself. Respecting your own self enough to say
“I am beautiful, inside and out, and I don’t need makeup to prove that.”
—>That is important. Getting comfortable in my own skin is something that I just had to learn. Being comfortable enough with who you are as a person makes you STRONGER.
How have you gotten more secure within your own skin?