The following picture was taken last Tuesday night:
I have on full make-up. I'm even wearing mascara! (GASP!! I usually forget that.) I had used my flat iron (and a lot of mousse) to get a really cute spiky 'do for a LOST party (I was going as Cindy Chandler, the Oceanic Flight Attendant.)
Okay, so this picture was taken on Wednesday night:
No make-up whatsoever. No product in the hair. The only thing I did was blow-dry my hair for about a minute that morning. I think I look better in this picture than in the previous one! Granted, I look very tired in the second picture (blame the 5 1/2 hours of sleep the night before, followed by a full day at work).
Nobody can tell me that I have to wear make-up. I actually hate wearing make-up. (In fact, when I'm in a show and wearing heavy make-up at night, I generally go make-up free every day!) As for my hair, it's a constant battle. It has a mind of its own and I usually have to submit to it's will. I am at the mercy of hair that is not curly and not straight and VERY VERY THICK!!!! I choose my battles with it, and the battle I fight is the gray. And my flat iron is my best friend.
How sad that we live in a world where magazines and television shows and movies tell us how we should look. How we should be beautiful. They don't know squat. "Beauty Standards" can bite me.
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