I don’t wear make up. I don’t like how it feels on my skin. I don’t like looking like a painted facsimile of myself.
I’m not beautiful. Painting my face won’t make me beautiful. I’m ok. You’re ok. You don’t need to put a face on. You don’t need to hide behind a mask. You’re fine. You’ll do. You’re cute. Don’t hide it.
Dark circles and blemishes? You’re fine. No one cares. Really they don’t.
Spots? No one cares. Caking your face in concealer is probably making it worse anyway.
Scars? Ok, hide them if you want. But they don’t bother me. You’re not ugly, you’re not horrifying. You’re cute, they tell a story and they’re probably hardly noticeable anyway.
If you want to wear make up for you, do it, but don’t do it because you’re worried about what people think about you. Or because someone tells you to. Or because all your friends do. Because really, you’re beautiful and you really don’t need it.