My moment occurred to me after I had spent the whole day lounging around without a stitch of makeup... I do that a lot.
Now, I was blessed with a lot of things, but good skin was not one of them.
Having acne is semi-tolerable because I've become a pro at hiding it, but when I wake up in the morning and see the reality underneath, that's when I feel my worst.
And that's sad right? Because like, every woman should feel beautiful in their natural state, but it doesn't work like that for me. All of the makeup, hair, and clothes are there to help me feel good, but I also think they are there to help me trick everyone into thinking I'm cute.
So, I put on the show. I dress up, I wear the makeup, I do my hair, I look how I'm "supposed to look" according to my standards. But when I come home I just want to take it all off and be comfortable.
This is why I have the best husband in the world... because he gets to see me at my absolute worst and still tells me how beautiful I am every chance he gets. Every girl should have a guy like him.
Sometimes I don't believe him when he tells me that, though, especially on a day like today.
I mean, not many people would think I was beautiful if I graced them with this morning glow...
...but he does.
In my mind I'm thinking, "Really?" I tell him he's blinded by love, but he disagrees.
He tells me he wishes I could see myself as he sees me.
I'm working on it. I'm working on loving and accepting who I am inside and being comfortable in my own skin and not caring about anyone's judgements.
I think that being OK with posting this picture of me is progress, right?
*questions whether to save post as a draft and never look back?*
..... f*** it.
Am I alone in my insecurities without makeup? How do you feel about going au naturale? Where does your confidence come from?