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Today is my first day of my bare-faced challenge!!!

I was conspiring with my boyfriend about the possibility of not putting ANYTHING on my face for one month...and documenting it. And I was so excited the next day that I did it!

My rules:

No face soap

No toner

No commercial moisturizer

No make-up (face make-up)

...all for one month!

Exceptions:

I can use all the eye and lip make-up I want, because it's not going directly on the areas where I off and on break out. For the most part, this means just my favorite lip balm and mascara, or eyeliner and a bit of shadow and lip color. I allowed myself this to help enhance my favorite features if I feel insecure about no make-up for whatever reason.

If and when my skin gets dry and for make-up remover, I can use jojoba oil and/or olive oil.

I'm allowed a few instances where I can wear make-up, but not all day. (if my skin is breaking out really bad and I have a job interview, for example)

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I just wrote 2 paragraphs for my personal journal and I'm exhausted. I feel as if I haven't exercised my creative brain in a year. Well, it's somewhat true. Change initiated.

[1] karolina kurkova, creator unknown

via le love (creators unknown)

Life is interesting right now. I did massive emotional [early] spring cleaning after someone very close to me hurt me bad again. There is no reason not to be treated with love by people who say they love you. Anyway, life's events and emotions come quickly in swells now, and I feel as if I'm growing up exponentially, and fighting it a little. The newfound responsibility stings slightly and I turn to my age-old ice-packs of food, The Office, daydreaming and other pleasures.

Well, when a door closes, a new one opens, and in my case a very large door closed (not my doing) and many opened. I have a difficult time taking the trivialities of corporate America seriously when my heart swells with passion, lust and activism. In my mind, I am a superheroin in leather leggings and knee-high boots, saving unsuspecting strangers (future friends) from the doldrums of work and life. Maybe I need to grow up...hah, no, never.

[1] Kirsi Pyrhönen via Stockholm Street Style

[2] Photo by Andrew Kuykendall via Studded Hearts