Nothing has changed... no weird looks from strangers who are getting to see my real face; no sudden decline in the number of people who are my friends or acquaintances; not a single inquiry into whether I'm suddenly feeling ill.
It seems to me that all the reasons I thought I needed makeup were just delusions in my head to make me feel better about myself. All along, I didn't really need it for anyone but me! I suddenly am no longer some splotchy, ugly creature that needs to hide behind foundation and mascara and a whole bunch of other war paint.
It's funny that this whole exercise, that started out as a teaching moment for my daughter to find confidence and beauty in herself, just the way she is, has ended up liberating me and making me realize that I needed to find all those things for myself first!
My mornings have suddenly become so much less hectic. I actually get to pay more attention to more important things like breakfast and getting everything ready for the day; even cleaning up a little... just a tiny little bit ;). I come home and don't have to go through a three step process cleaning all the layers off my face before falling asleep. So much time, not to mention effort and money, wasted on delusions.
Now I have the time to go hang in the library with said daughter on a weekday evening; go for a run after supper! I even got complimented by a colleague on how well turned out I was this morning. Parenthood really does make one grow in ways never imagined.