The no makeup trend purportedly started when Alicia Keys announced in May of 2016 that she was quitting makeup—not just in her daily life but also on her airings as a judge on The Voice as well as her professional life.
Lots of celebrities quickly followed suit, inspiring young girls to show off their unfiltered self with boldness, courage, and confidence.
No disrespect to Alicia, and the rest of the VIP’s, but I quit makeup over ten years ago.
Which got me to thinking:
Did I actually start the No Makeup movement?
A few years ago a friend wanted to share something with me, but she didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
I responded with an immediate “please tell,” but was inwardly nervous about what she was going to divulge.
She hesitated awkwardly and then blurted it out.
“You look so much better with makeup.”
My response: “Uh duh. You think I don’t know that? But I like my makeup free look.”
My daily beauty regimen goes like this:
Wake up. Wash my face. Slather on sunscreen. Wash my face. Go to sleep.
I’m not saying I’m anti makeup. Trust me, when I’m in the mood, I can cake it on with the best of them.
But 99% of my life is spent free of anything on my face but SPF 30.
So sorry Alicia, you did not start the no makeup trend. It was Moi!
And I also think I should get credit for the #NaturalBride movement!
At my then hair salon five or so years ago, a pretty young blonde girl walked in with her mother for a bridal makeup trial. I can still vividly recall that her youthful face was perfection. Her clear, bright skin was dewy and unwrinkled. She had piercing blue eyes and naturally pink lips. Gorgeous!
The three of us left the salon at the same time. I hated my hair, and there was no denying from her body language, Miss Bride-To-Be hated her makeup.
She looked older, and her face was laminated with a combo of foundation and blush. Her eyes were darkly lined and thickly mascaraed, their cerulean color barely discernible. And her ruby red lip corners turned down in sadness.
For whatever reason, she asked for my opinion. Her fretting mother looked miserable.
“What do you think?” I asked the once fresh-faced, soon to be bride back at her.
“I feel clownish and way too done-up,” she whimpered. “I barely recognize myself.”
Pathetically, she looked to her mom, who in turn looked to me and asked, “What do you think?”
Now, if you know me at all, my mantra is this:
You may not like what I have to say, but you’ll always know where I stand. So, if you don’t want to know what I think, don’t ask.
They both asked, so I went in for the kill.
“When you first walked in, you were beautiful, fresh, and natural. Now? Not so much.”
I looked from daughter to mother, and no one was crying, so I plowed on.
“Why not go for a touch of mascara, a tint of blush, some lip gloss, and be done?”
Mother and daughter looked at me like I created a miracle, collectively shouting “YES!” and then gave me a too long and too hefty of a hug.
But I bet she made a beautiful bride.