REVEALED! I wonder how actresses feel when their non-makeupped (new word!) gets plastered all over the Internet? (sorry, Jennifer Garner - I think you're beautiful anyway).
So here's MY take on a day without make-up: Sunday morning I was preparing for church: kids ready to go and looking adorable - check. Husband fed - who I am kidding? He does that himself. So check. Sunday School materials packed and ready - check. Jaime ready to go and looking beautiful ..... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
I couldn't find my make up bag. Let me clarify. When I say bag, I'm talking about a small little compact bag that cost me $2 at Walmart that houses a little mascara, some lip color (because without it I look like I'm dying of liver disease), and eyeliner. I'm not a compulsive make-upper (another new word!). Foundation? Bah. I feel like I'm wearing stage makeup. But do not - I repeat - do NOT expect me to go to church without lip color. I could care less about having eyelashes (which for the record, if I don't wear mascara my eyes look bald). I have gray lips. Pure and simple. Gray. I look dead.
After 15 minutes of tearing the house apart and with 5 minutes left to get ready, my husband goes:
"honey, you're going to have to just get ready 'cause we need to go".
I stopped in my frantic search and speared him to the wall with a glower and said, "without that bag, consider me ready to go now."
He stared at me for a second, seemed to comprehend that there were no tools available to GET ready, and then stated in simple male logic: "well, you should change out of your pajamas".
I had three people minimum comment on how tired I looked. So I played along and said, "yes, I'm exhausted". Which, after my frantic search I was. And I did have a cold. And I was highly emotional. So yes, the description was apt.
But then the strangest thing happened. I relaxed. Because really, if you can't know me without makeup, if I have to put on a facade in order to gather affection, if I can't be honest and laugh at the circumstances, then I was missing a critical key factor to life: It's all in the heart.
The people who love us the most read our hearts, not our face, our thick eyelashes, our blushed lips. The people who love us the most look beyond the mustered up smile, the quiet reclusive escape, the sorrowful expression in our eyes. The people who love us the most beg to be let inside, past the outer walls and into who we really are.
So...I returned home. Naked face. Guess what? My kids still loved me. Shocking, I know! My husband still kissed me. Say wha-?! My Mom still called to chat. My cats didn't hiss at me. Even my church family seemed not to care. Why? Because they love the heart.
How do you see into hearts? Can you relate?
For the record - my make up bag was in the kitchen cupboard by the cereal bowls. Figure that one out!
Jaime Wright -
"The Cowgirl's Lasso", Coming 2016, Barbour Publishing
Spirited and gritty turn-of-the-century romance stained with suspense. Youth leader. Professional Coffee Drinker. Director of Development & Associate Relations and specializes in sarcasm :)
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