During the month of March, my Facebook feed was littered with badly edited, slightly photoshopped pictures of the young and old alike, with one tiny thing in common. These people did not have any make up on. Make up, as the name suggests is meant to 'make up' and bring out the natural features within our faces, the burning desire within our eyes, the quirkiness of our freckles yet in the years I have worn this foreign substance on my face, I've endured the reality that make up is here to cover up every slight crack of imperfection which has the potential to escape from the blanket you strangle yourself with every morning as you apply foundation like a daily ritual.
I did a little bit of research, and the internet seems to believe that humans first wore make up around 10,000 years ago during the African middle stone age, which is ridiculously hard to fathom yet it is so easy to understand. From the 14th to 17th century, women wore white lead paint on their faces to lighten their skin colour, this paint contained poisonous arsenic (oops) and it give a new meaning to dying for beauty, I guess. The sad thing is that the make up and beauty market is showing no signs of slowing down, with sales increasing by 24% in Russia, a stereotypically rural country without some of the big business names leading the way into the somewhat volatile market.
During the month of March it seemed as though women had a rather peculiar breakthrough, it was the first time in my seventeen years that I've seen the generations merge together into a period of lovingness and happiness over their own, bare faces. I was rather proud of the girls who are known for looking like the monsters on Snog, Marry Avoid before the make-under suddenly baring all for charity, and looking good for it. I was rather proud of the progress we seemed to be making, we were complimenting each other on our normal selves, instead of the exaggerated versions we normally present to the world. Even the
feminist f-word inside of me was saying 'we're doing this off our own backs and proving to ourselves that we don't need make up to impress.'
Alas, all good things must come to an end and we're back to throwing water over people's heads in the name of charity, albeit in full make up. My suspicions were confirmed the other day when I heard people gossiping about a sixteen year old who walked past; 'God she looks rough with no make up on' and 'Tell her to put her face on tomorrow.' We're back to bitching and putting each other down over the sight that leaps out of the mirror every morning at us because behind those steel enforcements, our own faces are cracking under the pressures of everyday life and trying to succeed and impress every living soul who passes our way.
Just because a charity is not spurring you on to post and pout with a bare face, does not mean you can't put down the foundation brush and allow your skin to breathe in the daytime air. You never know, maybe the fresh air will do your face some good, even if it doesn't help to rest your brain.
I vow to go without make up one day every week without feeling ashamed about it.
I vow to not make snide comments about others who do the same.
Who's with me?
As always, feedback would be much appreciated.