I used to date a guy who would constantly ask me if I planned on wearing any make-up. It was so annoying. "You think you should put on a little lipstick before we head out?" he'd ask as if I didn't recognize the tone that actually meant, "oh please paint your mouth red so that my homies back at the base won't think I've gone crazy and hooked up with some Pacific Amish chick."
So I learned to adjust. First lipstick, then eyeliner, then mascara. They are the mainstay of my make-up regimen. Eventually, I couldn't stand the way I looked without them. Going natural felt unnatural, if you can imagine that. I toyed with blush and eyeshadow and would wear them to appease, but could never reconcile them with my personality.
You see, I have a confession to make. I have freckles, laugh lines, and one gray hair on my left eyebrow. I wear glasses and I even tie my hair up in an untamed ponytail when I want to feel good. I am learning to love the bear faced dork I used to be. Learning to go without the gunk and letting my freckles breathe. I like me this way much better. What about the homies? A quién le importa!