Happy Monday! It’s been a doozy of a week, with lots of work, traveling and extra to-do’s added to the never ending list. I went on vacation over the weekend but it doesn’t quite feel like it. Carl and I visited Beaufort and spent time with my family. We had a delicious Lowcountry Broil and Carl learned he shouldn’t drive a golf cart. Also, does your town’s parades have tractors? Because ours does.
One thing I didn’t do over the weekend was catch up on the 200+ blogs I need to read, but I was lucky enough to come across the Treasure Tromp’s announcement for the Don’t Try So Hard linkup. Have you seen Colbie Callait’s new video? Most likely yes. (If not go here.) The purpose of the linkup is to share a selfie without all the prep work and remind ourselves that we’re beautiful without having to put on all that makeup.
No makeup selfies are not my favorite thing, but I rolled out of bed on Sunday morning after a late night out with the siblings and sucked it up.
I took the selfie. (It was a bit terrifying.)
Loving my face isn’t my strongest skill. There was a time I wouldn’t leave the house if I didn’t have makeup on. Bad acne doesn’t exactly make a girl feel beautiful. If for some rare reason I did go makeup free I would spend the whole time scared I would see someone I knew. I mean, I have actually scared myself by catching a reflection of my face in a window. It happened one morning and all I saw was this scary pale thing out of the corner of my eye. It was a bit depressing.
Finally at 23 I got serious about clearing up my skin and it gave me a newfound confidence. Thank you Acutane. (Seriously, break out free going on 3 years.) But the truth is, I was pretty before I had clear skin. There were qualities I loved (and still love) about myself. One “negative” doesn’t cancel out the positives. I’m beautiful, and whether you believe it or not, you are too. In fact, you’re pretty damn sexy.
What I like about myself.
My tear drop freckles. Being a ginger, I of course have freckles, but two of them are better than the rest. They are darker and located right under my left eye. I’ve literally been asked by people if they were tear drop tattoos. If you don’t know, a tear drop tattoo is supposed to represent a person you’ve killed. So yes, people have wondered if I’ve straight up murdered some mo fo’s……and I kinda like it. I’m little, so I don’t blame people for not noticing, but I’m pretty badass. I like that for a brief second a person thinks, “holy hell that chick has killed two people AND THEN GOT THE FACE TATS TO PROVE IT.”
My red hair. People pay a lot of money to get great (fake) red hair, and when I start to go gray, I will too. But until then I’m an all natural ginger. I have wanted to dye my hair some crazy color before, but I just can’t see myself as anything but a redhead. It suits my personality.
My unusual eye color. I don’t really know what color I’m supposed to say my eyes are. I usually go with hazel because I feel that’s what you call eyes that aren’t brown, blue or green. They change based on what I’m wearing, but generally always are close to the color of my hair. However, I can’t put “red” down as my eye color, that would just scare people.
The more I think about it the more things I find I love about myself. I feel like listing them all would just be a bit conceited, which I also feel like is another reason women don’t want to acknowledge what makes them beautiful. But that’s a post for another day.
Don’t worry about being conceited, tell me what you love about yourself.