It’s not a major production: no messy foundation, no liquid liner, no false eyelashes. My “battle ready” face to meet the day is a straightforward affair. The routine requires two or three minutes.
But after considering not using mirrors yesterday, I wondered how I would fare if I needed to present my face – literally – without so much as a glance in the glass. So this morning, as an experiment, I decided to put on my makeup sans aid of a reflection of any sort.
Mind you, it’s not like I don’t run errands without
a little enhancement, especially for a quick errand like grabbing a Times on the weekend. But I was curious to see how miserably I might manage, and if I could resist the urge to “check and correct.”
How did I do?
Did I inadvertently transform myself into a Real Housewife Makeup Disaster? Would I recreate Bridget Jones in the bumpy taxi scene, without realizing I’d streaked my face?
Eeek! Wake Up, Make Up – Without a Mirror
Brushing my hair? Piece of cake, thanks to my
ghastly trim-it-yourself luscious locks and straight style.
Blush on the cheeks? Easy-peasy.
Clear gloss on the lips? Fool proof.
Mascara, which I use about half the time?
I reminded myself with
brilliant self-delusion self-assurance that for years I’d worn contacts, which I frequently placed in my eyes without a mirror. How appallingly off could I be? I took one look at the potentially blinding implement of application, and said ix-nay on the ascara-may.
Comfortable in Your Skin, In Context
Am I comfortable in my skin with no makeup on? Sure, depending on the context.
Am I aware of the importance of looking my best when it counts? Natch, but that doesn’t necessarily include Sunday morning running out for a paper.
And my body consciousness, as long as we’re nudging into the domain of feeling comfortable, in general?
I threw on
wrinkled cute shorts and a top, slid into low adorable sandals, grabbed the keys and went for the door. I was less concerned with my body than I expected, because the fit of the shorts and shirt was fine, and I sensed no compulsion need to “look.”
But then, I stopped.
Report Card on Self-Confidence, Sort Of
I could have walked out if I hadn’t attempted anything on my face, but with Bridget Jones flashing
horrifyingly through my mind’s eye once again, I turned around and glanced in the mirror.
What I learned through this little exercise is that my own desire to feel presentable is strong. Very strong. For me, it’s less about beauty and more about not looking silly. I was also hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone I know (I didn’t), as I do consider that what other people think matters, within reason. It’s part personal habit, and part professional insurance.
Care to try this experiment yourself? It’s an interesting test of a steady hand, not to mention, sturdy self-confidence.