Sans Makeup....Medusa or Marilyn Monroe?

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It's been well over two years since I've written on this blog.  I have a whopping 13 posts.  Probably the only person that will read this is Mary Parker, a friend that dutifully checks my blog even though it's been 2 years.  This one's for you Mary.

The other day I saw a picture posted by "Yahoo!" of Jennifer Aniston without make-up. I'm not sure how others feel or what the media is trying to achieve by said pictures, but I'd like to say a few words.

The difference between Jennifer Aniston bare-faced and Jennifer done-up is small to nil. In fact, the only difference that I can see is that her eyelashes don't have black on them.  Everything else is the same.  Perfect skin, no dark circles, fresh rosy cheeks, lush lips; she's rockin' it.  I'm not sure if these pictures of celebrities are supposed to be encouraging to women, because it's not working for me.  Maybe it's encouraging to some women, but as for me and my face-- let's just say that the bags under my eyes aren't just figments of my imagination. (I've had many a person ask me if I have a black eye when my under-eye makeup wears off on one side.)  

Perhaps they think they are lowering the standard when they show celebrities sans make-up, but I don't feel it's working.  Now I'm not a woman that needs to wear make-up wherever she goes.  In fact, I go quite often without makeup. I'm not saying that women need makeup to be beautiful.  What I am saying is: My face isn't perfect with or without makeup. And I'm fine with that, it gives charm and sass. I would love to see a face that looked like mine when I woke up in the morning.  Cause I'm no Aphrodite Goddess rolling out of bed.  

  I'm not trying to say that Jennifer Aniston is a horrible person for having a naturally beautiful face or that she should keep it to herself. I guess I'd just like to see women without makeup that I can relate to.  I'd like to feel normal; that we all wake up in the morning a little closer to Medusa than Marilyn Monroe. Maybe I'll post my makeup-less face to the world. Right here.  On this blog.  And I won't do beautiful lighting, or weird angles so you can't see my imperfections.  It'll just be me.  Me and my face. The truth is I like my face.  Not because it is perfect, or lovely, or charming, or anything like that.  I like my face because it's mine.  It belongs to me and I appreciate that it's there.