I kind of hate wearing makeup. Skin makeup, more specifically. I like lipstick occasionally (not on campus, which is where I am most days) and although I like the smokey eye effect, I really cannot do more than mascara and liner. I tried, once. I somehow managed to look like a raccoon with a black eye. Which is odd, since raccoons already have that look naturally. (If you ask me, that takes some serious skill in its own right.) But yes, that is how bad my eye shadow job was.
The makeup I hate wearing is foundation/concealer/powder/all the other ten trillion products made for skin. I do resign myself to wearing foundation occasionally for job interviews or for work or if I just want to look polished. I hardly ever feel like I'm required to wear makeup, except for the previously mentioned job interviews.
I decided that I am going to take on April (and the last seven days of March) makeup-free. It's not even about making a statement; it's just because I don't want to so I'm not going to. Also, my skin gets really red. So red and spotty that it looks like I have a rash, which obviously isn't good. I don't want to run to the dermatologist quite yet, as my skin usually leaves there looking worse (please don't give me anymore salicylic acid, christ). Plus, there are a few "home remedies" I want to try first. Though I use that phrase loosely, because don't think I'm about to go eat one raw onion per day (though I do love onions) or start oil pulling (I can't sit there for twenty minutes doing that, I've got shit to do). I mean things like...drink more water (a novel concept, I know). I have some rice mask sheets I got for Christmas so I'll use those. And, you know, the whole no-makeup thing. May not help, but it certainly won't hurt.
I was trying to get a sans-makeup photo with decent lighting. I think I took like 50 pictures. It wasn't until I was looking through them that I realized how red my skin actually is. I blame this on: 1. it being way past my bedtime right now, and 2. my bathroom, oddly enough, has pretty flattering lighting, so I don't see all the imperfections the way I do when staring at dozens of horrid photos of myself.
Unfortunately, I'm only putting one here. The rest are getting deleted immediately.
On a positive note, I love my crazy hair. Frizz for life!