This morning we're leaving the Grand Canyon, and heading to Zion National Park in Utah. We'll be there tomorrow (ATV tour!) and hopping on board the motorcycles for the return trip to Vegas on Sunday. Monday we head back to NY, and by Tuesday it's business as usual. Sigh.
Today, I'm wearing lipstick. Full on, opaque lipstick. Not gloss, not Chapstick, not lip stain - Lipstick.
I don't have an audition. Not seeing any clients. Just wearing lipstick.
Now you may be wondering if (and why) that's a big deal. Truth be told, it probably isn't particularly newsworthy :) But considering that I am generally a wash and wear kinda girl - it's way out of the norm for me. I think my objection to makeup is a cross between being lazy, and some sort of spiteful reaction to being a conformist. Why should I have to wear makeup to be beautiful, right? Eh, I'm sure it has more to do with the lazy factor (and my close relationship with the snooze button).
OK - I hear you - get to the point!
Yesterday morning I was running late getting myself out of the door. I showered, threw on my gym clothes, wrapped my head in a bandana and walked out the door. I was clean, had brushed my teeth, was heading to the gym - all keeping in line with "scrubbing behind my ears".
But I still felt icky. I was cranky. Really, really cranky.
As I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror at the gym, I realized it was because I just didn't like how I looked. Not in a body image sort of way, or because I didn't like my gym outfit. But because I hadn't taken any time for myself that morning. I rushed through my morning, did the bare minimum of prep (cleanse and clothes) and just bolted.
So I'm wearing lipstick. This morning I woke up, showered, dressed and put the face on. I'm still a less-is-more woman, so there really isn't much of a difference between my naked face and my made-up visage. But I'm dressed now, head to toe.
And I really do feel better.
Please don't misunderstand me - I am in no way suggesting that all women should feel compelled to get painted up every time they leave the house. No need to invest in long wearing makeup that can take the heat of a killer WOD. Frankly, that's just a waste of money and makeup ('cause nothing can withstand a WOD like Eva).
What I am proposing is this; if you find yourself feeling off kilter, icky, cranky or just plain down and out for no real, tangible reason - explore your little morning rituals. Shake it up. If you're a sneaker girl, throw on a pair of boots. Granny panties? Go wild and try some hi-cut briefs. Jeans and a T? Throw on a cropped zipper hoodie, or a casual blazer.
Or if you're a Chapstick girl - go wild and paint your lips.
Channel the inner girlie...it's OK. You're still bad ass.
Today, I'm wearing lipstick. Full on, opaque lipstick. Not gloss, not Chapstick, not lip stain - Lipstick.
I don't have an audition. Not seeing any clients. Just wearing lipstick.
Now you may be wondering if (and why) that's a big deal. Truth be told, it probably isn't particularly newsworthy :) But considering that I am generally a wash and wear kinda girl - it's way out of the norm for me. I think my objection to makeup is a cross between being lazy, and some sort of spiteful reaction to being a conformist. Why should I have to wear makeup to be beautiful, right? Eh, I'm sure it has more to do with the lazy factor (and my close relationship with the snooze button).
OK - I hear you - get to the point!
Yesterday morning I was running late getting myself out of the door. I showered, threw on my gym clothes, wrapped my head in a bandana and walked out the door. I was clean, had brushed my teeth, was heading to the gym - all keeping in line with "scrubbing behind my ears".
But I still felt icky. I was cranky. Really, really cranky.
As I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror at the gym, I realized it was because I just didn't like how I looked. Not in a body image sort of way, or because I didn't like my gym outfit. But because I hadn't taken any time for myself that morning. I rushed through my morning, did the bare minimum of prep (cleanse and clothes) and just bolted.
So I'm wearing lipstick. This morning I woke up, showered, dressed and put the face on. I'm still a less-is-more woman, so there really isn't much of a difference between my naked face and my made-up visage. But I'm dressed now, head to toe.
And I really do feel better.
Please don't misunderstand me - I am in no way suggesting that all women should feel compelled to get painted up every time they leave the house. No need to invest in long wearing makeup that can take the heat of a killer WOD. Frankly, that's just a waste of money and makeup ('cause nothing can withstand a WOD like Eva).
What I am proposing is this; if you find yourself feeling off kilter, icky, cranky or just plain down and out for no real, tangible reason - explore your little morning rituals. Shake it up. If you're a sneaker girl, throw on a pair of boots. Granny panties? Go wild and try some hi-cut briefs. Jeans and a T? Throw on a cropped zipper hoodie, or a casual blazer.
Or if you're a Chapstick girl - go wild and paint your lips.
Channel the inner girlie...it's OK. You're still bad ass.
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