The eye opening sleep over

Two months ago if someone would have told me I would go 60 days without wearing any make up I would have told them they were crazy! The first week or two it was different and I felt very out of place but by the end of it I was very glad I didn't wear make up because it just took more time to get ready, and after the first couple weeks my natural look became my new "normal."

One of the biggest accomplishments from this is I have become comfortable with who I am. I know I am beautiful inside and out, I love my self, and I'm free to be me! I honestly didn't think much about the project throughout the 60 days, and forgot or just put off updating my blog!

I actually went three days longer because I didn't realize my 60 days were up! I probably wouldn't have even thought about wearing make up except I had a few friends over and they wanted to do my make up so I looked at my calender and noticed it had been 60 days already. I let my friends do my make up and when I looked in the mirror I froze. I told them I loved it because I didn't want to hurt their feelings but I hated it!! I mean it was very cute but it made me realize I like my natural look way more.

I've decided to continue to not wear any make up because I don't need it and it just takes time. I might use a little mascara every once and a while but I would never think about wearing the same amount of make up as I did two months ago! This experience has been very interesting and very eye opening.

A Little Boy Named Gabe (week 2)

This week has been great. Not once have I doubted my decision. I actually look forward to showing myself to the world; I look forward to showing everyone me, the true and nature me.

Last week I tried to focus on the things I loved about myself instead of the things I didn’t like. Last week I focused on my eyes and began to love them. This week I have realized that my skin has a natural glow to it that can just light up the room. I have begun to love myself for who I am; inside and out.

My little sister is nine years old and I love her to death. She has become a close friend. I want her to grow up knowing that she is special and beautiful. I want her to be able to talk to me about anything and everything.

Turns out a special blonde haired, blue eyed boy named Gabe has stole her heart and this is urgent news that must be discussed at two a.m. This young boy goes to our church so she only sees him two times a week. When we go to church she takes about an hour to get ready. Her hair needs to be perfect and she has to have a super cute outfit. She asks me how she looks about thirty times before we leave and in the car on the way there. I am so worried that she will fall deeper and deeper in to insecurity. I am not saying that just because someone spends a little extra time in the morning makes them insecure. Everyone wants to get noticed every once and a while. Except she is nine and I don’t want her to base her worth on what a boy named Gabe thinks of her.

This morning my sister came down to my room and I noticed right away her eczema had returned. It was red irritated and slightly swollen. The reason I noticed immediately was because it was on her face and around her mouth. She was teary eyes and I asked her what was wrong (even though I knew it was because of her eczema) and she shook her head and climbed in to my bed. I wrapped her in my arms and let her cry. I told her to look me in the eyes and she slowly raised her head up and looked at me desperately. I said, “Samantha, you are beautiful! Inside and out, and don’t you EVER forget it!”

I am not lying when I say she is beautiful. In fact for a while I was actually jealous of my little sister. She had flawless skin, straight, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She had charm and humor. While I was sitting there as a gawky 6^th grader, with frizzy, curly hair and feeling desperate for some of attention that she was getting.

Now I am thankful that I am this way and that everyone is different. Wouldn’t the world be a bore if we were all the same?

Sam (my sister) looks up to me in so many ways and I find her copying my every move. I realize now more than ever that I am her role model and need to set a good example. I hope that she can recognize that for the last few weeks I have been wearing no make- up and have been completely natural and yet I am content with who I am and love myself. I hope she will love herself as much as I love her.

ps. sorry this is late! the internet has been down this week!

Mirror, Mirror (week one)

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the fairest one of all?"


I have not always agreed with what the mirror shows. The mirror has become my enemy, yet I spend more and more time in front of it. I have hated my appearance for a long time and It's been hard to accept myself for who I am. I seem to find something I don't like about my body and then hate it and wish it was different or looked like the women in magazines. This week instead of finding something I didn't like about my body I found something I liked about it. I like my eyes. The color and shape of them. I have focused so much on my eyes this week that I don't focus on things I don't like. By they end of this challenge I hope to LOVE EVERYTHING about myself.

This week has definitely been challenging and several times I second guessed my decision. I thought to myself "Why did you have to do this? Why are you letting everyone see you like this?" Now I know I made the right decision to do The Naked Face Project but I will still struggle and doubt myself throughout this experience. It is not going to be easy, but life isn't easy. I want to grow up loving myself instead of hating myself and the way I look.

I never thought I would be able to shower and get ready in 20 minutes. Turns out it is possible. I was able to get ready  in 20 minutes because I didn't have any make-up or jewelry to put on. I was able to get ready and even eat breakfast before leaving the house. Before this week it would take me a lot longer to get ready and a lot of the time I would choose make-up over eating!

I had someone comment on my post last week that really got me to thinking. Just because someone wears make up doesn't mean they are self conscious or have low self esteem and I'm sorry if I gave that impression. It's not true for all women but it is true for me. I am so worried about what people will think of me so I cover up and change the real me because I have grown to hate the real me.

The Naked Face Project info

I was listening to the radio today when I heard about The Naked Face Project. I was immediately interested and wanted to join in. The Naked Face Project is a challenge to not wear any make-up or do anything to make their appearance different such as waxing eyebrows, wearing jewelry, using acne or anti-aging cream for 60 days.

Before I get ahead of my self, I want to share a little bit about me. I'm 13 years old, will be 14 in a week, and like many other young women, I have fallen in to the trap of insecurity. Our society has changed the meaning of beautiful and tampered with images to make people think if they don't look like her then they are ugly. We think to be pretty we have to wear make up or wear jewelry.

God Created me to look just the way I am. He made me to look just like this, yet I try to cover it up or change it. I want to be real and not alter my look for 60 days. I think it will be very difficult. I am a teenage girl, enough said. I am home schooled so that will make it easier because I'm no longer trying to compete or make myself look better than everyone else. Yet I still go out and see people, and go to church every week.

As I mentioned earlier my birthday is coming up. I want to feel beautiful and special on my birthday. It will be hard telling myself that I am beautiful even without make up on. I will also being trying for my permit and I want to have a great picture. I guess this challenge will be harder than I thought. Easter is also coming up and I'm going to wear a dress and it will be weird wearing a dress but not having jewelry or make up on.


Here is a video  I found that shows how our society has changed what it means to be beautiful.