I’m taking part in a market research study for a skin care line for a couple of months (it has nothing to do with my blog and this isn’t a sponsored post, just stay with me).
For this study I have not been allowed to wear anything on my skin since Saturday. I can wash it. But no moisturizer, serums, treatment creams, foundation, blush or concealer.
I honestly don’t consider myself a vain person. I workout with a bare face. And I sometimes run errands after. So it isn’t like I never go out in public without my face done.
But most days I do like to look nice. I like fashion. I like makeup. I like looking pretty. I dislike looking like a troll.
When I was at Mom 2.0, Dove hosted a lunch with local kids from the Boys and Girls Club. We went around the room and said what we saw when we looked into the mirror. I listened as these young girls said things like: sassy, beautiful on the inside, confident, smiling, funny.
And I thought about what I see when I look in the mirror. Tired, wrinkled, dark circles, old. How sad.
If I am tired it is because a sweet seven-year old climbed in my bed in the middle of the night to snuggle during a storm.
If I am wrinkled it is from a life spent laughing.
If I look old it is from a life well lived.
And the dark circles? Well that is just crappy genetics.
I wish we had more realistic images of women to look at. Natural faces that were hailed as beautiful. I wish that I felt beautiful with my wrinkles, dark circles and non made up face.
As a mom of two girls, I really REALLY wish it.
I don’t know the answers. But I do know I cannot wait until tomorrow morning when I can cover up my flaws again.