On Covering Up

Throughout the grieving process, I stopped wearing makeup — ok, all but my eyebrow filler, but we all have our one must.

Mostly because I felt so vulnerable already, makeup didn’t seem to have a point anymore. What more was there to cover up?

Also partially because I became a crazy person, throwing out every non-organic thing I owned, making it, something, take ownership over my loss. I just wanted there to be a reason.

7 months later, as I’ve started showing homes and working with clients again, I’ve wondered if I should be returning to makeup life!? I should be more professional, more polished, shouldn’t I?

And yet, I still don’t want to. There’s a part of me that feels more confident, more real, without having to cover up for some artificial reason.

Still, the story that has been ingrained in me for my entire life persists. Wear makeup.

Recently, as I’ve been reading @glennondoyle’s new book, this @aliciakeys story really struck a cord!

I read it and thought, that’s it — I do what the fuck I want.

We all need a little more of this in our lives. We don’t have to cover up. To quote Alicia, “not my face, not my mind, not my soul, not my thoughts, not my dreams, not my struggles... nothing.”

Hell yes. 👊🏻 Do you feel this in your bones too?