ComfortableNot many people agree with me on this, but over the years I realized that I find being real easier than being fake. Somehow, even if I try to be plastic, I'm not convincing. I don't have the style or the attitude for it. Or the figure, for that matter. I've got nothing on barbie.
I can't wear large amounts of make-up without getting irritated. I hate the feeling of being caked in the stuff. I can't stand lipstick most of the time. It just doesn't feel comfortable.
I know my face isn't perfect, but at least when I take off the little make-up I do wear at night, I don't scare my boyfriend to death. At least my clothes leave something to the imagination. Accepting myself has been a difficult process in my teenage years, but I've learned. And even though I still find it difficult sometimes, until now I've always been able to resist the urge to hide myself behind plasticness.
I should probably admit that it also has a little bit to do with laziness. I don't understand how anyone could have the patience to spend an hour straightening their hair and putting on make-up. I value my sleep too much. And I'd hate having to check my lipstick every hour or so.
I really hope my boyfriend doesn't secretly wish I'd have more vanity. I do care about looking decent. I just don't want it to be fake.