This place has blessed me with experiences I would have never dreamed of. I love the freedom of expression through fashion here. I love the energy music brings to this town & I love the people I’ve surrounded myself with. Last night I had to opportunity to hang out back stage for the St. Jude Guitar B-Q and watch one of my friends fiancés kill it on stage in Nashville. If you haven’t listened to Michael Ray you should. He is extremely talented, humble and way on the eyes. He is also surrounded by a band that is making waves in country music. Nights like last night make me extra thankful for my experiences here
This past weekend I was able to check an activity off of my Nashville bucket list! My mom & I attended the Grand Ole Opry and experienced an iconic night of country music. I got to put a few of my Nordstrom Sale pieces to use. I love the in between of summer and fall because jackets are accessories and not necessities and you can pair an off the shoulder top with rocker booties. So glad I got to play tourist in my own town ❤
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.
I 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,
PS leave a comment where you’re from so we can be internet frands!