Why every day is a #nomakeup day for me

​I’ve always been the no makeup, no heels type of girl. The reasons behind my decision are very simple: Makeup is supposed to make you look pretty, to make you feel better about yourself, help you be who you want to be, but in my case, it just makes things worse. Makeup reminds me of everything beauty standards and society say is wrong with my face. With makeup, I can cover every flaw that makes me unpretty and undesirable. I could make my eyes and lips seem bigger, my nose smaller and have color on my cheeks, but then I wouldn’t be, well, me.

Friends have tried to give me makeovers, but I just don’t like what I see in the mirror afterwards. The beautiful girl I see staring back at me, isn’t me; it’s someone who doesn’t have freckles or circles under her eyes. To me, that seems fake.

Somehow, being a woman implies that you should love makeup. My best friend is always talking about the new beauty product she just bought and can spend a whole class staring at lipstick pictures deciding which color suits her better, and there’s nothing wrong with that. On the flip side, it shouldn’t be wrong or weird that other girls have no interest in beauty products. These are a few reasons I use to defend myself when someone asks me why I don’t wear makeup:

I prefer beauty sleep to a beauty routine.

Waking up at 6.30 a.m every morning is already hell, which is why waking up thirty minutes earlier to apply makeup so it looks like I got more hours of sleep is something I would never be able to do. I know I look tired and the dark circles invading my face reveal how many episodes I watched on Netflix last night. But, I don’t care.

I’m trying to unconditionally love myself.

Let’s face it: Growing up, your self-esteem is all over the place. It’s easy to think that wearing makeup would help me accept myself, but the truth is, I’d be hiding behind all these beauty products to feel more confident instead of accepting my natural beauty.

The makeup life is so expensive.

This is my third year living on my own, and I have too many expenses. Even if I wanted to buy makeup, I could not afford it. I’ve seen my friends waste all their savings with some magical cream that’s going to hide all their flaws while hydrating their face. There are some brands that make very cheap products, but I wouldn’t trust them; ever heard the story of a girl who bought a 99 cent lipstick? No? Me neither: That’s because her lips fell off and she could never tell the story. (An exaggeration, but this leads into my next point…)

If I don’t know what it’s made of, I don’t buy it.

I might be too picky, but I can’t stand the smell of some beauty products. It’s like you’re straight up sniffing chemicals. Many products are full of carcinogens, unknown substances, and parabens. I prefer good old fashioned water for cleaning and refreshing my face.

That awful thing that happens to your skin when you’re growing up.

A few years ago, I was suffering from every teenager’s skin nightmare: Acne. It happens to everyone, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s horrible. I remember wanting to use makeup just to cover up the pimples. But depending on the skin type, makeup can cause more acne and allergic reactions. That’s why sometimes, using products to hide inflammations instead of treating them can be worst. So, I decided to just let them grow up freely on my face and wait for puberty to be over.

Think of the animals!

I know many products advertise that they don’t test on animals. But, they can still contain ingredients made with animal products. I’m saving a lot of mice and rabbit lives by not contributing to the demand for these products.

I’m a lazy person.

When I get home at night after a long day of school/work, I throw myself on the bed. And I lay there all dressed up until I convince myself to put on the pajamas and brush my teeth. The last thing I want to do in that moment is clean off all the makeup that took me so long to apply hours ago. No makeup? No cleaning.

I really admire the girls that have the strength to wake up early to put on makeup; the girls who spend all day walking on heels without any complain; the ones that go back home and, no matter the time it is and how tired they are, wash their faces. And on the top of that, I admire the girls that do all that for themselves, because they want to. They don’t do that for beauty standards or other people’s opinion, they do it because they like it, and that’s great.

(Images via here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Original illustration by Ada Ameller.)

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