The end of beauty as we know it
What if we stopped wearing makeup? I'm sitting at the airport in Seattle, looking around at the people around me and noticing the obvious, lots of women wearing makeup. I'm the odd woman out because I don't wear makeup. When I stopped wearing makeup it took me about a year to get used to it. Which I think is sad. Why should we only be OK with ourselves after we've caked on layers of paint to cover up something we think is flawed. What if we all just stopped? Stopped putting it on, stopped comparing ourselves, and learned how to like, if not love, the person underneath the mascara and blush. Think of the people in your life who don't wear make up. Fathers, brothers, children, husbands. They don't feel the pressure to be required to put on a face every time they leave the house. Just think about it. A world without makeup, a world where people have real faces.
