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#nomakeupmonth Novel below⬇️⬇️⬇️
Don’t get me wrong. I love brows that are & eyeliner so winged that Southwest is jealous. I love a highlight that I can nearly see my reflection in. But for the past month I haven’t worn a stitch of makeup.
At first it wasn’t even on purpose. My skin just needed a break. Between sunscreen build up and sweaty summer skin I was just getting an icky break out. So I let me skin breathe for a week or so & wondered
could I go an entire month without makeup & how would it make me feel?
Do I look like shrek without makeup? Absolutely not; most days.
Do I look like a Victoria’s Secret model? lol no.
But, I seem base so much of my self esteem on if I look pretty & in my gut I know that’s so silly. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look nice. I love clothes and makeup and think it’s all so fun but what you look like has absolutely nothing to do with your worth as a person. I don’t know how I lost sight of that.
Honestly, most days were a breeze. I’m pretty low maintenance as is. But there were times I was so self conscience & that sucked. But why? Why can’t I feel just as cool & funny & confident without my eyelashes being coated in black goop?

Here’s what I learned during my month without makeup.

Going to work without makeup- No biggy…Other than when I saw the cute new guy that works on my floor and I felt like I looked like a Walmart sack. 🙄
Running errands- Whatever. Ronald at Walgreens told me I was the prettiest girl he’d seen all day.
Gym- Don’t care. I smell worse than I look.
Pool- Nah I’m trying to collect freckles anyway. Luckily, they’re extra trendy right now.
At home- My cat loves me either way.

So, for the most part I didn’t feel much different until it came to being social…
I did NOT want to go out. I avoided it as much as possible. Potentially interacting with the same strangers I might run into at the grocery store but in a bar- no thank you- hard pass. Logical.
I don’t wear that much makeup on any given day but I felt so exposed & awkward. Kind of like when you accidentally tuck the back of your dress into your underwear. Just so uncomfortable. Why am I embarrassed of my face? It is just like the rest of the skin on my body & I don’t make a fuss over what it looks like 24/7.
But here’s the thing- No one cared. No one seemed less interested in me. People even complimented me on something other than my perfectly winged eyeliner. I was the only one that felt weird. I’m the one that put my worth into how I looked. Other people based their opinion of me on how I treated them. On how their experience or interaction was with me as a person.
So many times my anxiety or insecurity was put to rest because I realized I was the only one concerned with how I looked.
This is long & rambley & so cheesy but it felt cool to genuinely feel like it’s what’s on the inside that counts.
Also, my skin feels a million times better & so do I. I won’t lie though; I am looking forward to breaking out my contour kit & beating my face to the gods again. Makeup is fun. But now I won’t put as much stock on my looks as much as my heart. & that makes me feel good. People still liked me even if I felt like I looked like a hairless dog.
Well, that’s all. Idk, just wanted to share my little experiment. You’re all so cool & I love you a lot. As silly as it sounds, I hope you all can find a way to feel confident even if you feel insecure at the same time.

In a society consumed with looking perfect sometimes it is nice to have #unfiltered moments.
-Courtney

 

omg, who are you & why are you here?

17626364_10210503679921503_2717665222669628354_nI think we can ask each other those questions with equally entertaining answers. I would love to hear your answer, but since I asked first I will give you mine. My name is Courtney, I live in the boomin’ city of Nashville, TN and have 0 musical abilities. For the loooongest time past 2 years or so I have teetered with the idea of starting a blog but because of my lack of commitment issues i.e. groupons never used, shirts with the tags still on them… you get the idea… I just couldn’t muster up the courage, because it does take courage to share any part of your life with strangers, and have been a little lost in where the heck to start. But never the less I’m here and ready to parrrrrtay.

I want to share all of the things I love with anyone who will listen, honestly. I love trying new beauty items, clothing brands and home décor ideas. If you like any of those things then pretty please stick around and lets find new stuff together! I have friends text me for outfit ideas or ask what make up I’m using so they have boosted my ego & encouraged me to share with anyone else who wants to know the deets on what I think is worth its weight in gold.

I will always pick the prettiest version of whatever options are in front of me even if it’s  a spatula, there are some really pretty spatulas out there y’all… I think it makes for a happier life, if not at the very least a little bit prettier moment. If you’re in for a pretty little blog that has no real direction then welcome! If you have any helpful advice or anything you would love to see send it my way!

I hope you have the best time here and a wonderful day,

Courtney

PS leave a comment where you’re from so we can be internet frands!