Randomly thought about all the make up that I have and actually felt sad that I don’t wear them anymore. When quarantine started, a part of me was happy that my skin would be able to breathe for a month. I didn’t know it would last this long.
I haven’t touched them for a long time now and I never thought not wearing make up could make me feel so sad. It was a big part of me and it’s something that I was so passionate about.
I just don’t feel worthy anymore. I gained so much weight that I just don’t feel wearing make up would make an impact.








