I didn't wear a single smidge of makeup over my entire Christmas break, and didn't miss it one bit. Plus my skin improved heaps - I've been drinking loads of water, taking evening primrose oil morning and night, making sure to cleanse, tone and moisturise each day, and it's had such a good effect it's almost absurd. Then I got up for my first day back at work yesterday morning, trudged to the bathroom and as I grabbed my makeup bag out of the cupboard, thinking "God, I can't be bothered with this," I suddenly stopped mid-groan and thought - actually - why DO I bother with this? Makeup is fun occasionally, but I hate wearing it every day. Putting it on feels like a chore, it sits uncomfortably, I hate accidentally rubbing it throughout the day, and it makes my skin rubbish. Seeing how much clearer and glowier I am after two weeks makeup-free proves that. So actually, why bother?
Zees ees my second day makeup-free at work, so far no one's said anything although I have clocked a couple looks from Tara and I'm sure she'll comment soon. She wears a full face every day, along with gorgeous designer clothes, killer heels, four-figure handbag, the whole shebang - and she definitely does not hold back on commenting about stuff like this. I let that intimidate me far too much last year. Truthfully, I do not give two shits whether she thinks I ought to cake my face or not. She can do so if she chooses - she's someone who takes genuine pleasure in makeup, loves playing with pretty shiny things and gets a real kick out of it. That's cool. But I'm not.
My skin already loves me for it, and my wallet will definitely love me for it!