What would Lent be without a little reflection on what I learned?? So let’s do a little recap.
I basically gave up something I never thought I’d give up, MAKE-UP. I mean, it popped up into my head, and I was like, are you kidding me? That’s ridiculous. But the minute that thought crossed my mind, I knew I had to do it. Here I was, thinking there was no way that I’d do that, which meant I obviously needed to do it haha.
To prepare for this, I tried to locate all my make-up and put it in a bin under my bed. This was a harder obstacle than first imagined; I’d find a lipstick here….an eye-shadow there…..some more on a different shelf…..but eventually, I got it all. And it was banished to the dark depths under my bed. Sentenced to solitary confinement till after Easter….wahhhhh….
*Attacking vanity kills other vanity: Day 1 with no make-up was interesting. Certainly made my morning routine much faster haha. I was getting ready and went to put on earrings, and they just looked completely silly without make-up. Like REAL silly. Eventually , I got over that and started wearing earrings later, but it made me realize that when you start working on one area of your life…it transfers and effects other areas….such as how much time/effort/money/thought I put into how I look.
*The first week was rough. I wasn’t used to not wearing make-up. I’m not super self-conscious about ever leaving the house without it, but I definitely used it every morning. You just associate it with who you are. Oh, this is how I look, and this is how I like looking. So it’s weird looking in the mirror and being like, OH WAIT, that’s actually me. And I have huge bags under my eyes from staying up late studying. OOPS.
*Maybe I’m just afraid of being plain? Of being unremarkable?
*I also realized more that some girls just wear so much make-up! I think it might actually detract from what their mama gave them….
*On that note, women are so PRETTY. Like, for real. Thinking about what beauty means to me personally has really opened my eyes to all the natural gifts/beauty/talents that women are given. WE ROCK. And more people should notice that. Minus the mascara.
*Where does my confidence come from: This is where I learned a lot. Make-up is supposed to make you feel beautiful, but why can’t you feel like that without it? I mean one day I’d have a huge zit on my face (which I mentally imagined was like Mt. Vesuvius about to go all Coke-and-Mentos on a small city), and I’d feel embarrassed. And self-conscious about it. Out of everything wonderful that could be happening that day, I was worried about a stupid zit on my face. Do I get self-confidence from what I look like or through who I actually am? I mean let’s get real; what you are really saying is I don’t think I’m worth paying attention to or believing in because I don’t look a certain way. You wanna know something? Bat-poop and fish scales. Yep. That’s what some make-up is made from. bat-poop/fish-scalces > confidence? YUCK.
*People didn’t even really notice that I wasn’t wearing it; when I’d mention what I was doing for Lent, they were always surprised. 1) because they didn’t think they could ever give that up and 2) because they barely noticed. How curious.
*Where do you invest your time: Instead of spending however-many minutes each morning putting on foundation…then blush…then eyeshadow…then eyeliner…then mascara….blah blah blaaaahhh, I had time to do other things! Such as: journaling with fun colored pens, slowly drinking coffee on the porch, catching up with roommates, doing homework (that should have been done yesterday), reading all these great books I’ve been meaning to read, having a dance party, doing dishes! (ok, maybe not a fan of that one…). In the words of Mumford & Sons ‘where you invest your time, you invest your life’. And that is so true!
*I came to the conclusion that major times when I would be self-conscious about my face going commando were events/birthdays/dinners/meetings when other people would be dressed up and looking fabulous and around very attractive guys. Hah. Trying to keep it real here. It sounds so silly, but that’s the way it is. Other girls would be dressed to impress, and I would be dressed up as well, but felt naked without make-up on. Then, towards guys, I obviously would be nervous that I wouldn’t be deemed pretty or attractive. And I realized, that gets so tiring. You could be having a great time when all you can think about is how you look. Get over yourself lady.
Ok, I know this is long; I’m trying to wrap it up….
Towards the end of Lent, roughly 3 weeks to go, everything stopped being hard. I wasn’t wearing make-up; I didn’t care. Whatever! And it felt really great. It was nice to just be myself; to feel confident in that and embrace it. I feel like it was the epitome of Lent; you give up something you ‘never though I could ever in a million years give up’ to free yourself from it. And that’s what I did. LENT IS SO GREAT. On Easter I wore make-up, which felt super weird to put on and wear (because I could no longer itch my eyes whenever I wanted!! booooo). I haven’t worn it since. I mean I’m going to wear it again yes, but regularly? Who knows