If you’ve read my blog before, you probably know what I mean when I talk about masks.
If not, I recommend Who Even Am I it offers a bit of insight into hiding and masking.
I bring this up because lately, I’ve been putting on a new mask a literal one, this time.
While the masks I’ve written about before were more emotional or behavioral, the one I’m talking about now is made of, among other things… foundation.
In case it wasn’t clear: I mean the kind of mask we all call makeup.
Lately, I’ve been experimenting with makeup — mostly in the safety of my own home — getting the whole makeup bag out: foundation, mascara, lipstick, blush, and other bits and pieces.
I’ve also worn makeup outside a few times, though only foundation.
I don’t want to… “stand out” too much.
(Though I did run a quick errand once wearing deep red nail polish.)
It’s really nice to see how putting on makeup can make such a difference in my physical appearance.
And honestly, it’s been helping me feel more… well, me!
But it’s also a mask, a literal one.
Putting on foundation is like smearing on a disguise, hiding my uneven skin.
A soft blush to bring out my cheeks.
Lipstick to highlight my lips.
And mascara… wow, what a difference.
The eyes really are the windows into someone.
That said, what I mostly wanted to share is this:
I’ve been feeling more comfortable being myself.
I’m experimenting with things that are affirming.
And I’m slowly taking steps to take off more of the old masks — or at least parts of them.
Even if that means putting on a literal one in the process.