I never wear make-up. Never have. I’ve been perpetually 10–20# ‘overweight’ — my ‘baby’ turned 37 yesterday. That ‘baby’ weight is there to stay. I have let my hair go gray years ago. My stylist adds purple not in any attempt to make me blend in but to allow me to stand out.
My core belief has always been this: What other Humans think about me is none of my business.
The men (and women) who come into my circle come in because they see ME. Just as I am. And others who may not take the time to see past my exterior are not the souls who belong in my life. They are not my Humans — so why would I want them around me to begin with?
Do what makes you happy. Do it because it makes YOU feel good about being in your own skin. Do it so that when you look in the mirror you recognize yourself.
And let anything else go. Pandemic or not. The Humans who see you will come to you.
I wish I had a dime for every man who told me that they love the fact I don’t wear make up. My response is a smile, “That’s nice — but sunshine — it’s not really about you.” Ever. At All. :)
It’s long past time we understood this. It’s always about US. We had the power all long.