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My childhood friend asked me, "Are you doing cosmetic surgery?"
This is the fifth installment in a series in which I share various insights gained from that experience.
Today, I'll talk about one of the things that helped me finally stop using foundation.
Please watch until the very end this time as well.
A life where I use foundation 365 days a year
Because I was self-conscious about my skin and, being inherently earnest, I believed what the beauty consultants and magazines (magazines were my main source of information back then!) wrote.
I believed that foundation was essential to protect my skin, so even on days when I didn't have work, and on days when I stayed home all day (I generally like being at home and tend to be a homebody), I wore foundation diligently 365 days a year.
Because of my earnest nature, I followed the instructions I was given: a thin layer of liquid foundation, followed by plenty of powder, and then brushed it off with a large, high-quality brush. That was my daily routine.
By the way, when I was a beauty consultant, during my breaks I would use a milky, wipe-off cleanser to remove all my makeup and then start over with skincare. Those were the days.
But I genuinely believed this was the "correct" way to do beauty, and I practiced it wholeheartedly.
With a face like this, I can't go outside...
And yet, I stopped wearing foundation. Basically, once I'm convinced that "this is the right thing to do," I don't waver easily.
However, my skin was dull and rough to the touch. Its texture was so uneven that, no matter how you looked at it, I didn't have beautiful skin, and I was terrified of walking outside.
My pores were so clogged with blackheads that my ex-husband would tease me by calling them "strawberries, strawberries." I hated my skin so much that I tried all sorts of skincare products, but I only made it worse.
If I were there for my past self, now that I have the knowledge to keep my skin beautiful, I would desperately try to stop her from doing that diet and skincare routine...
Since I hated my own skin, I was determined to make it beautiful no matter what!
But that actually ended up damaging my skin...
Despite these adversities, I remained unwavering, suppressing my true feelings and continuing my no-foundation lifestyle.
Going outside is especially terrifying; I stare intently at the skin of everyone I pass.
"That person also uses foundation properly and has beautiful skin."
And I even felt a little envious.
It was a matter of self-awareness.
While I was spending my days in that rude way, staring intently at other people's skin, one day I suddenly had this thought:
"These people look at my face,
"That's so gross! What kind of woman doesn't even wear foundation? How embarrassing!"
Do you really think that?
No, I don't think that."
First of all, I was probably the only one who would stare intently at the skin of passersby (laughs).
In other words, it's a matter of self-awareness. Nobody's really paying that much attention to me.
Everyone is just busy and passing by.
However, even if there are people who think that way, it has no effect on me whatsoever.
That's just what that person thinks in their heart.
I didn't need to take responsibility or feel ashamed of it.
Those were words I had been saying to myself.
And now, looking back, that wasn't what other people thought of me.
"The words and feelings I had directed at myself"
That's how it was.
They dislike their true selves, further burden their already suffering skin, and try to hide it out of shame.
I didn't truly accept myself. I hadn't come to terms with myself.
But that led to my current work in skincare. So, I think I was quite earnest and hardworking back then.
The reason I started this job was because of a particular soap. I'll tell you more about it another time, but using that soap helped me get rid of the dullness and roughness I had been experiencing with my skin.
Then one night, while I was on a train, I saw my face reflected in the window, which was like a mirror.
Her face was so beautiful. Her skin had a translucent quality, like the skin of an egg.
(This must be due to the lighting. But how happy I would be if I could have skin like that.)
I remember feeling a pang of sadness at that moment.
But, in the end, that became a reality.
Giving up foundation ultimately led to healing both my mind and, in reality, my skin.
Now that I'm 57, I understand this better, but writing this blog has made me realize that my decision to stop wearing foundation might have been a choice to cherish and reclaim myself.
It's also explained in the video
This content is also briefly explained in the video.
If you want to get a general idea of the situation first, check this out.
🌿57-year-old store manager: Do you do cosmetic surgery? (Series)
- I was asked, "Do you do cosmetic surgery?"
- Bonus Episode | Thoughts on Eating Venison
- My 57-year-old's praised skin is because I stopped doing "a certain thing".
- The struggle of giving up foundation
- This allowed me to stop using foundation.
*The following pages will be published sequentially. - Things that have become easier since I stopped wearing foundation *To be revealed sequentially
- Things I've avoided for the sake of my skin *To be revealed sequentially
- Are chemicals absolutely forbidden? *To be released sequentially
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