Sometimes I don’t wear makeup for a few days, not often, just sometimes. Like recently when my son broke his arm and we had to stay in hospital for a few days. We were driving home on a cloud, absolutely thrilled to be headed home and he looked at me as I drove and said…
“Mum, there are a lot of brown spots on your face.”
I hadn’t really noticed them. When I look at myself in the mirror now I try not to look too closely. There’s no point lingering on things you can’t change and now that I am 40 there are lots of parts on my face and my body that I prefer to just powder and dress and forget about.
I have an awesome life. Who cares if my skin isn’t perfect?