Last August I took a trip with my husband and two kids to visit my side of the family in California. It
was during this trip that I stopped wearing makeup, as a kind of
experiment. I had been questioning the reasons behind makeup for months
now (why
women wear it, why I wore it) and I decided that I wanted to see if I
could go makeupless and still remain confident in myself.
It all started my first
morning in California when I woke up and went for a run without makeup...for
the first time EVER. It was amazingly freeing; I loved the feeling of
just being myself. But as I passed others, I wondered if they cringed
with embarrassment for me.
I ran along the beach, and out onto a pier
going over the ocean. I stopped and gazed toward the horizon as the sun
rose. It was amazing how far I could see (compared to living in the middle of a forest here in Virginia). I watched the blue-green waves crash on the sand. I listened to the seagulls all around me. I felt the warmth of the sun on my sweaty skin. And as I stood there, in awe of the beauty of this world, I felt all at once, that I was beautiful too because God created
me, and He doesn't make mistakes.
As I ran back down the pier,
something had changed inside me. I took several pictures of my
makeupless face on the way home, and as I reviewed the pictures, I saw myself through new eyes.
I was beautiful
just the way God made me. Why had this taken me so long to realize?
I got back to the hotel, and as I started getting ready for the day, I discovered that my mascara was somehow missing.
I didn't mind much, because the idea had already taken shape in my mind
to go without makeup that day. But still, having the mascara in my hand
"just in case" would have been a bit more reassuring. I discussed my
thoughts with my husband, and he immediately encouraged me to forget the
mascara and do it. I shouldn't have been so surprised by his enthusiastic
support of this endeavor, because he always tells me I don't need
makeup. But this time, I actually believed him. (Maybe because I had
begun to believe it myself....)
So I went a day
without makeup, in a place far from home, with people I was never
going to see again (besides my family, who were the only people I knew would love me no matter what, so I felt perfectly safe around them). It was the perfect setting for this experiment. I
walked around the town, feeling almost naked, yet at the same time enjoying simply being myself.
Throughout the day, I had many questions rolling around in my head: Why have I always felt that my natural face isn't good enough to show in public? Is it
because the world tells me I need to darken my eyes in order to be
beautiful, to fit in? That, because of my light eye lashes and red hair, I'm not truly beautiful
unless I'm wearing makeup? Why am I still listening to the world?
I had
stopped following society's expected "way of life" on so many
other issues: birthing at home vs. in the hospital, natural
health/healing vs. trusting medical doctors, educating my own children
vs. turning them over to the government's "conveyor belt" public school
system, eating whole foods vs. the Standard American Diet (SAD), etc. I
decided I was done following the crowd with this ridiculous mask-wearing,
changing-who-you-are-to-fit-in mentality. Why should I care what society thinks of me? All that matters is what God thinks. "That's it," I thought. I was done with makeup.
Five months later, and I still haven't gone back to makeup (besides for our family pictures and Halloween). One of the greatest benefits has been
that I don't obsess about my appearance anymore. I am who I am. My face doesn't change
depending on the weather (sweat or rain), so I don't need to worry about
how my makeup looks: it is simply always me. And although during the
first few months it was harder to see my face as beautiful (I had spent 17 years looking at myself with makeup), I love it now.
I admit, initially it was hard to go to church without
makeup. But I just couldn't bring myself to put it on. Why
should I change my face when I'm going to worship God? So that I can
impress those around me? That doesn't make sense. So I look "nicer?" That's why I used to
think I was wearing makeup to church--to look nice, to look closer to
the "ideal" of what a Mormon wife and mother should look like. And of
course, to not humiliate myself by showing up with my bare face, heaven
forbid! But after my "revelation" on the beach, I don't care what others
think of me. If they think less of me, that's not my problem. Why should
I live my life always trying to please other people? Isn't it more
important to be true to myself, true to who I really am as a child of
God, and to see my true beauty as He sees me, instead of playing the world's game of "Who Can Be the Most Beautiful (But Here Is The Standard, And By The Way It's Impossible To Achieve)"?
Too many women live their lives feeling inadequate. Depression, anxiety, eating disorders, body image issues, the list goes on and on. I believe makeup is not helping these issues, it is making them worse. Makeup confuses people about what is beautiful and messes up
the natural beauty scale. When makeup is used, a woman's beauty is easily measured by how
good her makeup looks, not who she truly is inside. So if someone doesn't put on makeup one day, they are not as beautiful? How messed up is this?
What if we all stopped wearing makeup? I imagine the truly beautiful people would radiate light and brightness and love. On the flip side, there would be nothing to hide our
ugliness if that's who we are inside. But maybe that would inspire
people to clean up their inner selves (including working on their
physical health and fitness), so that they would be able to radiate more
light and become more beautiful, instead of relying on makeup to do it for them. If anything, a makeup free society would help people to accept their natural bodies, instead of encouraging women to live their whole lives thinking that their true bodies are not beautiful unless changed.
As much as I would love for all women to stop wearing makeup so that we can experience this utopian ideal where true beauty is the only kind of beauty, I realize this is not realistic. In this day and age, women and
men are bombarded with messages from the media of what a beautiful
woman should look like. It seems impossible to break free from internalizing
this ideal. I don't expect anyone reading this to stop wearing makeup. Or even to think twice tomorrow about wearing it or not. I personally never thought I could go without makeup. After all, I couldn't even go for a run without it, let alone stop wearing it altogether.
But somehow... I just did.