This pandemic has stolen many gifts from us. People we love. Jobs we need. Big family gatherings. And, most of all, peace of mind.
One thing I don’t miss, however: the morning make-up routine.
Who needs lengthened eyelashes, darkened brows and flaw-covering foundation when you’re spending all your time alone? That, at least, was my reasoning when I dropped my makeup bag, the cute one I take to the gym, in the bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet. There it has stayed, mostly.
Sure, I still dress in office wear, don actual shoes instead of slippers, and style and brush my hair to sit in front of my computer every morning. But going without mascara and blush has given me a sense of control, a lot like deciding early on in lockdown to no longer color my tresses. These are acts of defiance at a time when days feel either too short or too long and when every public move, whether to run out to the store or stop by the library, is haunted by an enemy I can’t see.
In short, going au naturel has been liberating, like hanging around in your underwear at home or eating cereal for