I Wear Makeup And It Doesn’t Make Me A Bad Mom
I’m a self-admitted makeup lover. It doesn’t mean I’m a Bad Mom. And I’m not going to pretend to be ashamed of it.
There’s a movement of modern Mommy’s who don’t adhere to beauty standards of any sort. And that’s really a wonderful thing! But this Mom, still puts her face on, and I enjoy every minute that I can.
First Things First; I don’t need makeup to feel pretty
My beauty routine isn’t to overcompensate for feelings I have about my appearance, or self-esteem. I don’t need makeup to feel pretty. Honestly, I don’t need makeup, period.
I enjoy makeup, because for me, it’s fun! Cosmetics are like little accessories for my face – an easy way to glam up for an exciting night with my husband. Or, mask the fact I got five hours of sleep the night before. Either way, I choose to wear makeup, and have fun with it. I don’t feel naked if I leave the house without it, and I’m perfectly comfortable enough to be seen without it.
My beauty routine doesn’t take time away from being a Mom, or a devoted Wife. Contrary to what some women think, the small amount of time I spend getting my nails done once a month, doesn’t reflect on my parenting skills. The few minutes in front of the bathroom mirror, won’t result in my marriage falling apart. And if I take the time to blow dry my hair, my husband isn’t going to leave me for a more “natural, down-to-earth” female.
But the haters think otherwise…
Despite statistics showing that around 50% of women use beauty products, and the vast majority of those users believe they feel more self-confident by wearing makeup, the shame is there. Yes, the new trend in body shaming, has become Women who judge and put down those who use makeup.
I understand not wanting to influence a young girl into thinking she has to become dependent on cosmetics to be attractive. And I’m totally for avoiding chemicals on/in the body, and refusing to wear cosmetics for those reasons. And if that’s your stance for not wearing makeup, then you go, girl! Those are valid reasons, and I admire them. But, I’m still going to wear makeup on my face, because it’s mine.
I (kinda) wish I was popular enough to worry about how my beauty routine might be affecting someone else, but so far I know for a fact, it only affects my wallet and counter tops. Which do become slightly lighter, and way more cluttered.
But why is it suddenly okay to make the assumption that a woman with winged eyeliner is vapid, conceited, and probably a terrible parent (if it’s a Mom)? Or, that they suffer from low self-esteem, horribly dependent on products to create the illusion of beauty, that they can’t possibly see within themselves?
I Wear Makeup Because I Like Wearing Makeup
That’s it – and no matter how many other Moms give the backhanded compliment of “That’s nice on you, but I prefer to let my real beauty shine through…” I’m still going to wear it. It’s not every day that I have the time, but if my son isn’t destroying the house, I’m gonna slap on a little eye shadow. When he’s taking a nap, I might try to contour.
At the end of the day, my kid is tucked into bed, my husband is happy, and I don’t feel any different about my looks than I did yesterday, when I went to Publix with a giant zit on my forehead for the world to see.
You can have pride in your glam!
Don’t let the haters get to you – if some Mom doesn’t want to wear makeup, that’s her thing. She doesn’t have the right to tell you that you shouldn’t wear it for any reason, honestly. And you shouldn’t have to feel bad about it. As long as you are still taking care of yours – the house, the kid, the job, etc.- then that’s all that matters. Not that you’re rocking that Urban Decay, which you’re totally rocking.
Confidence is attractive – not the fact you’re bare faced, or completely glammed up.
And just like I would never tell someone they should put some makeup on, please don’t try to tell me I need to lay off on the highlighter. I’m not doing this for you – I’m doing it for me. It’s fun for me! And no one is being hurt by it.
I’m not apologizing for it. And I’m not ashamed of it.