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Flawed

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.

 

 

Comments

  1. Beautiful. (Both this post and you. Of course.) You know I have major self-image ISSUES. Not necessarily with my face, but basically every other part of me. And some of my face. So, yeah. But at least so far, I haven’t passed that nonsense onto my daughter. Last week we were blasting “That’s What Makes You Beautiful” in the car, and she said, “What? I don’t know I’m beautiful? YES I DO!!!” And once again, she became the teacher…
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