The Naked Face Adventures

I ran into a colleague in Target yesterday. I frequently visit Target because it's one of my happy places. Unfortunately, I tend to run into a lot of people I know at Target, and they're usually students.

Anyway, so I ran into a colleague yesterday. A really pretty colleague. Super cute, super pretty, totally put together. Basically a relatively new mom's worst nightmare. After a few moments of chatting, we parted ways. And then I realized that I had absolutely NO make up on. Not a lick of it. None. #insecuregirlproblems

Then I consoled myself with the fact that she doesn't have kids and can take the time to actually run a brush through her hair and spend time picking out a really cute outfit for the day instead of picking through the pile of clothes on the edge of her bed, looking for something that doesn't have applesauce or peanut butter plastered to it. #bravemomrational

Then things got a bit awkward when I saw a student out of the corner of my eye. I tried not to make eye contact, mostly because my face feels so naked when I'm not wearing make up! Seriously nude. Now, I'm not one to plaster the "war paint" on, as my dear husband refers to it. But it's nice to have a little bit of coverage. I have freckles. Horrible, all-over, not-fading-any-time-soon freckles. So it's nice to cover them up and at least pretend that my freckles are a dusting of angel kisses like my mom used to tell me. At the same time, I think there's something valid about letting ourselves go a bit.

Here's the deal, I thought I would get up and clean the house for a bit that morning, which I did. But then I never got around to putting make up on after showering because my little one was hungry. After I fed him, I had to do the dishes, and then my husband took Little One out to play so it was the perfect time to clean the kitchen floors without a little person (or a big person) tracking in footprints or drips of mystery substance or crumbs. Then I did laundry because, that's what you do after cleaning the floors, and then I went to Target. So really, it was all downhill after my shower. Our bachelor friend stopped by that morning though and complimented me on how good my face looked without make up. It was nice.

Maybe on the inside, I thought I could pull it off. I don't know. Maybe all of us girls should try something new and not wear any make up at all for like a week. And the family camping trip doesn't count. But seriously, what if a bunch of us banded together and in the name of all that is feminine and womanly, we just decided to abandon make up for a week? How would we feel? What would we do? Would we like it? Hate it? I think I'd hate it if I did it by myself. But if other women joined me, it might feel more uniting than anything. Maybe my freckles wouldn't stick out as much. Maybe we'd stop judging each other based on looks and start standing together based on principle, soul, and heart. I'd like to try it. Let me know if you'd like to join me. We could get it on the calendar.

Just something to think about I guess.
Here's to the Naked Face Adventures!
- D