I am enough. Click To TweetI have 4 drafts of posts I wanted to write today and I’d settled on how to clean your brushes. But. Then I saw a post about contouring your legs for spring so they’ll look slimmer in shorts. And I felt the need to write about that.
It’s no secret that I love makeup and beauty products. However, I am NOT a proponent of covering your “flaws.” A few weeks ago I read a review on a foundation and one of the reviewers commented “it didn’t cover my freckles.” That made me sad. I love my freckles. They’re part of my face. I have one above my lip. I have one below my lip. I have one below my left eye – the same eye that holds a massive chicken pox scar. I have laugh lines and crows feet and sun damage from years spent in my parents’ pool and frolicking on the beach in Hilton Head. And I have blemish scars because I’m a face-picker. I pick when I’m anxious or scared. I pick my lip and nails, too. I’m an imperfect person.
There are stories and heartache and love written all over my face and body, and for that I am so very grateful. You can see that I spent too much time in the tanning bed in my 20s or that I’ve stopped plucking my eyebrows and that the skin is starting to wrinkle around my dimple. I have cellulite on my thighs and, yes, they rub together. But, I’m not going to cover up. I’m not going to contour my legs or wrap them in some bullshit product. I treat my body well: I work out, eat (mostly) right, drink moderately, and try to get plenty of sleep. But I also want to live and not punish myself for not looking the way Glamour magazine or some blogger tells me I should. If there’s anything I know, it’s that one size does not fit all. Look around you: we are apple-shaped, pear-shaped, hourglass-shaped, straight, curvy, voluptuous, thin, petite, beautiful. I want to enjoy my time while I’m here, not worry that someone is going to judge my body type or the fact that I’m eating a cupcake with my niece or celebrating Friday with a glass of wine.
So, ladies, let’s live a healthy, happy life (whatever that looks like to you). Because honestly, I’m tired of being told how to look good in a bikini or how to cover my flaws. Embrace the freckles and the wrinkles and the scars. Embrace the cellulite and the wide hips or the small breasts or the skinny legs or the big feet because you are only here for a short time and should not spend one minute of it thinking that you’re not enough. I’m tired of apologizing for days when my hair is a mess or I couldn’t be bothered with makeup and my face is broken out or my bra straps are visible in a YouTube video. Perfection is not the sign of a life well-lived. What a freeing thought.
What are your thoughts on this?