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Just Be

Everyday I wake up, I have a routine. I drag myself to the kettle to make coffee, get back into bed and go on social media for a while, before actually looking in the mirror for the first time. Who else gets a fright? I mean, frizzy hair, makeup smudges and eye-bags aren't the most attractive features. It takes me about an hour to make myself appear presentable, before I head out for the day. This routine includes makeup, a ghd, changing my outfit multiple times and 'bathing' in perfume and spray on.

I'm sure you have a routine too. But have you ever wanted to just...Be? No worries about how you look? No makeup, no hours of preparation. Just simply being. Life is stressful and it's easy to lose ourselves to routine. It gets so bad that we cannot leave our houses without at least an hour's notice, so that we can splash on products which we wash off at night. Does it really make sense?

Today's post is not so much of a message as a challenge. I challenge you to go the rest of the week without makeup. Without fancy clothes. Without worrying how others will perceive you. Does a flower spend hours preparing itself for its viewers? Nope. Then why should you? You are lovely and beautiful the way you are when you wake up. Just like a striking flower. Don't hide yourself behind masks of products. Be a flower...just bloom. Just be. No worries. No routine. Just a brave new you. Confidence is the most beautiful and attractive thing you can put on. Spend this week on building your confidence, not your stash of products. Don't give into society's perceptions on beauty. Make your own perception.

People turn heads at a confident personality. I want to be looked at for my comfort in who I am, not what products made me to look like. So, will you take the challenge with me? I dare you to let people see the real you!

Turn heads this week!

Xx

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