Ronna Bonifacio | Going bare: My no makeup face
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Going bare: My no makeup face

I love makeup. I can talk about it for long periods of time. Sometimes, I use it to start a conversation with someone I have just met. I enjoy putting it on but most of all, I enjoy seeing other women discover more to their beauty when they learn how to apply it properly.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first got a hold of my own makeup–maybe 11 or 12 years old–but I clearly remember how. My mom dropped by an Avon outlet to buy a few things for herself while we were at the mall. There was a line for teenagers, mostly face powders and lip glosses, and she let me pick something out for myself. I got a strawberry flavored lip gloss and wore it on weekends, because I wasn’t allowed to in school. I felt like a lady, all four feet and something inches of me.

I graduated into entry-level lipsticks, and my favorite was Bonne Bell’s Lip Lix (`90s girls, holla!). My friends and I collected it like it was gold. (I remember having A Surebet and Rantin n Raisin, such `90s spelling!)

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Now that I look back at how my little “love affair” started, I realize it’s reflective of my first major influence in beauty (Hi Mom!) and today’s habits (power lip galore).

But in spite of my eighteen years of “slavery”, and counting, I can actually do without makeup. I look forward to putting it on and trying new looks and discovering new brands and products, but I still enjoy bare-faced days more. And at the end of a very long day, I feel most myself after a warm bath, stripped of my favorite brow products, mascara, and lipstick.

I’ve come to learn that beauty is neither put on nor drawn from within, but bestowed. When I understood that I was loved by God at my worst, my insecurities became trivial. And that’s why even if eyebrow makeup and mascara are my cosmetic “security blankets”, I can (gulp!) publish a no makeup photo of myself. Because I am loved. And so are you.

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  • Hubby
    Posted at 14:37h, 21 May

    Proud of you! πŸ™‚

  • Lyz
    Posted at 01:39h, 03 June

    Love it! πŸ™‚

    I remember Bonne Bell!!! πŸ™‚

    • Ronna Capili Bonifacio
      Posted at 05:29h, 03 June

      Grabe, remember collecting it and the great lengths we went through! Hehe.

  • SuzanneJoyce del Rosario
    Posted at 07:45h, 03 June

    I had plenty of Bonne Bell’s lip lix too. πŸ™‚ This is a great blog, Ronna.
    It truly shows that you are indeed loved – with or especially without makeup. πŸ™‚