It just sort of happened. It was vacation time, and there weren’t that many people in the office. That day, the sun was shining, the best of the summer time. And you know how on some days, you’d rather feel a bit more free. Liberated from any external pressure. To simply feel the light touch of the wind on your skin. So I dared. After four years, I dared to not wear make-up at work.
With no make-up on my face, it wasn’t only my imperfections that felt exposed. I felt more vulnerable than ever before at work, unable to hide under any mask. And it has nothing to do with the amount of make-up I usually wear, given the fact that I only put a bit of concealer to hide the effects of the lack of sleep under my eyes, and a tiny bit of mascara to add some color to my blond eyelashes. It is simply reassuring to know that I am completely revealing myself at work, that I can count on some kind of protection between me and my co-workers, my managers, my clients.