On Freckles…

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For as long as I can remember I’ve had a dotting of freckles from my cheeks to the bridge of my nose. They’re not very noticeable or extreme but they’re there. As a makeup enthusiast, I’d often held an obsession to achieve the perfect, flawless complexion. I would use foundation daily and cover up my freckles so I had an entirely blank canvas—no pesky freckles to interfere with my blush or bronzer or anything application, right?

Then, college came.

I became lazier with my makeup routine—it became a matter of applying foundation or getting extra sleep. I’m not a go-to-class-without-makeup kind of gal, I’m more like the go-to-class-with-less-makeup type. One day I decided to nix the foundation and just use some concealer on my face.

I didn’t think much of it until a friend of mine commented, “You look different today.” I was a bit confused (and somewhat unjustly insulted). “How?” I’d asked, to which she replied: “You have freckles. I can see your freckles; they’re so cute.”

All of this time I’d never realized people—my friends—didn’t even know I had freckles. I’d never realized just how covered up they were.  Thus, I stuck to my lack-of-foundation routine on most days but on days where I felt like feeling particularly lovely I’d wear foundation.

Revlon’s Nearly Naked foundation was a treasured beauty product—I bought a few in case I ran out—and I’d been using it for months. I’d gone through about three bottles but this one on my vanity began to metaphorically gather dust (I’m a bit of a neat freak sometimes, hence the metaphorically).

Then, my boyfriend came to visit. I’d never really let anyone see me without makeup; I didn’t feel the need and I’ll admit to having a slight insecurity without it. He was sleeping over and going to sleep with makeup on is a cardinal sin. I hesitantly took it off, foundation and all, mumbling something about not wanting to and not liking not having makeup.

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“I don’t get why girls do that,” he’d said (or something along those lines. I’ll paraphrase). “My friend and I were talking about this the other day. He said his girlfriend always does her makeup too and thinks she looks so different and worse without it.”

“He said how she looks basically the same and she still looks really beautiful,” he’d said something like that. “You look just as pretty, you just don’t have that black line (winged eyeliner) and I can see your freckles, I like seeing your freckles they’re so cute.”

I know, I know—you’re not supposed to gain self-acceptance or confident through other people’s opinions but I’ll admit that I do.

Freckles are interesting things and I’m beginning to love them. There are parts of yourself that you don’t like and maybe there are some things you’ll never learn to love or accept but there are some things that you will.

I’ve learned to like my freckles. Not really love them, but like them. They add something. I think. I’ve learned to be okay with not having a seemingly airbrushed complexion all of the time and I’ve learned to alter my blush-application techniques to accommodate my face.

The moral of this story is, ladies, if you’ve got some freckles or something of that sort that you often cover…sometimes, just don’t. Sometimes just let your face be free.

I know I’ll likely sound hypocritical. I know a lot of people with many more freckles or more visible freckles will see this and roll their eyes just a bit, but…freckles are cute. They’re not always meant to be hidden.

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