I don’t want to talk about makeup today. I mean that is a little white lie because everything I talk about ends up tying back to what mascara I use or what highlighter gives you the most bang for your buck. Today, I dare to say, is only slightly different. I want to talk about my favorite makeup trick of all: self-care.
You might be asking, “Maddie it’s not Sunday. Aren’t Sundays for self-care,” and with that I will say “that’s a big, fat lie.” Don’t get it twisted, Sundays are perfect days for a good face mask and breathing sesh, but you’re neglecting every day in between. Wednesday is just as good as Sunday because when you think about it, they’re just pockets of 24 hours in which you can spend time doing whatever you please.
Now, I like honesty. I consider myself a transparent individual, you can chalk it up to the fact that I have the mouth of a sailor or because my sign is a bull. I’ve had a rough week. I’m not out to play the game of “Whose Life is Worse” because no one wins. The reason I am even eluding to my first world problems is because I’m out to start a movement. I aim to gather a variety of adults and ask them how nasty their week has been and what they do with that information.
A face mask won’t solve all the world’s problems, but I’m not going to deny the notion that if we gave each political leader a blue algae mask our world issues wouldn’t dissolve. What I’m trying to get across with this long-winded post is that no one should deprive themselves of pure pamper. Pamper your body, mind, and soul. With that being said, take a minute to breathe deeply, find the closest face mask you have, wear your baggiest most comfiest shirt ever, and in the wise words of Tom Haverford and Donna Meagle, “Treat yo self.”