It's pouring outside. It will probably be pouring tonight. . . and Saturday. . . and Sunday. Instead of getting up early today, getting ready for work and heading out into this mess, I wanted to stay home, rewatch Grey's Anatomy and wear my pajamas. It's true, life isn't fair.
In an effort to brighten my mood and because I was dangerously low on nearly every one of my cosmetics, I made a trip to the make-up counter last night on my way home. Queen of Concealer, my makeup guru, is still working there, despite the new location. So, after rounding the counter at least eight times, discussing in far too much detail my need for concealer and generally expending lots of money, I headed home with a bag of stuff in hand.
As I left, I wondered why we go to all this trouble. I am by no means a heavy make-up wearer or gifted in application, but I do spend a small portion of my morning applying this, smudging that and smearing on something or other. I do spend some time picking out the right shade and the right combination. It's something that has happened as I have gotten older: this chemical dependence. I've never been a pretty girl, never fancied myself attractive and in all honesty, make-up does nothing more than make me slightly more presentable.
And that got me started on the whole, "What is beauty and who gets to define it?" tangent. (For example, who says that tanned skin is more attractive or that tall is statuesque and short is, well short? Who declared that wrinkles aren't the "in" thing?) Instead of torturing you with my own internal debate. I would like to know your thoughts.
What makes you feel beautiful? Where do you find beauty? What is that something that makes you feel good about yourself, inside and out? I have my answers, I want to know yours.
The photo above was taken while geocaching over the weekend. A weed along the roadway.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Rainy days and makeup always bring me down
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I always feel beautiful after I leave the gym. I may be not smell good and look a mess, but I feel great about myself and then feel beautiful.
When I was in high school I stopped wearing make-up. I haven't worn any since then, except the occasional lipstick. I feel so much more free now that I don't wear make up.
I didn't wear make-up through most of high school, and definitely not since.
I don't know that anything makes me feel beautiful, but I'm okay with that. Years of being the fat kid in school tended to make you focus on other good stuff about you. ;)
I feel beautiful when Cynical says it. Never been high on self image, but for some reason that does the trick for me.
I feel good (a different kind of beautiful) about myself whenever I make people laugh.
I feel pretty after yoga. I feel pretty when I wake up and Travis is watching me. I feel pretty when I laugh.
But I KNEW I was pretty one day when a little girl passed me in Target and "whispered" (I love when kids try whispering) to her little brother, "SHE'S PRETTY!!!" Hey, they don't lie. (In the interest of full disclosure, I'd just left my stylist's.) Still the best compliment I think I've ever gotten.
Its all about the inner beauty, Baby!!!
Can't think of what makes me feel beautiful. I do try to find beauty in everything, well, when I'm in the right mood, hee!!!
I do understand that a new hair color and cut, a bit of mascara and some concealer can go a long way to making us feel better about ourselves. Humm, today, I think I'll try out that Loreal Midnight Ruby hair color I just bot.
p.s. I think that's a thistle.
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