Take a long hard look kids, 'cause this is one of the only photos you'll find of me with no makeup on. Yep, zero, zilch, nada. Fresh-faced and au naturel. Unruly eyebrows, yellow-tined eye bags, and a nose that rivals Rudolph's. That's me (well, 2014 me anyway).
Nowadays, it's rare that you'll find me without my war paint on. Perhaps not always a full face (foundation, highlight, lipstick – y'know, the works), but there'll always be some kind of product smeared into my skin to cover up my tired (read: exhausted) face. Either that or I'll be hiding behind my mahoosive pair of specs. Thank god for poor eyesight, right? I would love to admit that my relationship with makeup is for purely artistic purposes but that would be a big ol' lie. So let's cut the crap – I wear makeup to cover up my unevenly toned, spotty (and let's not forget oily) face. And that's okay.
Don't get me wrong – I absolutely love experimenting with new beauty products. Hey, it's part of my job after all. My bathroom cabinet is overflowing with enough coral blushes and red lipsticks to last me a lifetime... yet I can't stop myself from browsing every single aisle in Boots each time I walk by. It's a genuine love affair, my makeup collection and I. Honest. But as the years have gone by, I've become more dependent on those little formulas than I ever intended to be.
I would love to envision a day where I feel comfortable enough in my own skin to spend a full 8 hours at work without a hint of makeup on – and with no glasses to hide behind, either. But I can't quite picture that at the moment. They say your confidence grows with age, so 30-year-old Kassi might feel a whole lot happier (and a whole less self-conscious) without covering up her face. Who knows. But right now, my trusty makeup bag will stay firmly in my grasp as long as I'm leaving the house. I'm learning to accept myself, blotchy skin and all, but it's okay if that doesn't happen straight away. Nobody's perfect, after all.
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