I don’t know how widespread this is, but Mummy Mayhem has declared today Bloggers Without Makeup Day. You can read about her explanation here (I learned of this via Good Goog, in case you were curious).
Now, I’m already a Blogger Without Makeup. And if you know me in the flesh, you’ve already experienced my undecorated face. I really only wear makeup for “special occasions,” and only when I have time. Or can remember. And very little at that. I’m not making a statement about it or anything (though I do sometimes feel annoyed that there is, at least to some degree, an expectation for women in the workplace to wear makeup, and no similar expectation for men); I’m just lazy.
So why even bother participating in this? Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there aren’t really many pictures of me on this blog. And that’s no accident. Part of that, of course, is because I’m the one holding the camera 99.8 percent of the time. But, truth be told, the main reason is because I have (surprise!) self-image issues. I’m trying to get past them in time to not pass them on to Sadie, but it’s hard work. I find that I’m much more likely to post a picture of myself from my younger, thinner years than I am to post something current. Maybe if I wore makeup and knew how to touch up photos of myself in Photoshop or something I would. But probably not.
Here I am, sitting at my desk. My hair just finished air-drying (literally four hours after I showered), and I recently fluffed it up in the bathroom. I didn’t even try to position my face to eliminate the appearance of my extra chin. Notice anything else? Something new and different? (And I don’t mean that one errant curl that’s longer than the rest–sheesh.)