On the morning of the MAD Blog Awards last week, as everyone shared their frantic beauty preparations on Twitter and Instagram (there were an awful lot of roots being done), I felt compelled to share this.
Because my roots weren’t done. They haven’t been done since May. I’m not sure that they will ever be done again. And I had a massive spot in the middle of forehead. By the standards of all the groomed ladies at the MAD Blog Awards, I looked sh*t. But that’s only a fraction of the story.
Because, to me, I don’t look sh*t. I wanted to explain to people why I haven’t covered the spot in the middle of my forehead, why I’m not wearing make-up and why my hair is a strange frizzy mix of grey, blonde and dark brown.
And I also wanted to say that it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter if your eyebrows haven’t been done or if you’ve got a spot. Because you look just great as you are. When you’ve looked PROPERLY SH*T, you learn to appreciate how good normal looks – normal with the odd spot, roots showing, unruly eyebrows. It’s all fine. We’re all human. We have these things. Nobody cares.
I guess I kind of get that some people care a lot about their appearance and I’m VERY grateful that I’m not someone who cares about my appearance (as long as I’m wearing Superdry, that’s all that matters to me). Because if I’d cared about my appearance, I’m not sure how I would have got through this year. I’ve been to hell and back with my skin and that’s why I don’t bat an eyelid at the single large spot in the middle of my forehead or the big chunk of grey at the front of my hair.
When my skin looked awful earlier this year, I hated it and couldn’t look people in the eye. I kept my head down so strangers (and people I know) wouldn’t look at me, but not once did I avoid a situation. I didn’t miss a single school run or a single dance class. I went where I needed to go and did what I needed to do. I talked to people if I had to.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, other than to say, yes, I still get some spots. Yes, by most people’s high standards I still look a bit sh*t and probably always will look a bit sh*t, but I’m proud of myself for how far I’ve come, for staying strong and ultimately not caring all that much.
Life is too short to worry about the way we look.