This week's blog post courtesy @moonymadness07

Most people remember where they were and what they were doing before something major happens to them – a surprise, a tragedy, something that etches into their memories. But for the love of me, I cannot seem to remember where I was when the clock struck 12 on New Year’s Eve. I’m willing to bet I was cozied up in my blanket, possibly watching Netflix or aimlessly scrolling through the gram. Either way, no matter where we were, none of us could have foreseen the future events of 2020, or how it would change the way we viewed the world.
Okay, maybe that was a tad too dramatic. But there is no denying that 2020 did come for us – and hard. And with the pandemic, came a new set of rules. Simple things such as stepping out of the house required the use of masks, and carrying around sanitisers became the new normal. Additionally, a lot of other things changed.
Personally, aside from the fact that I barely stepped out of the house for 6 months, I witnessed a humongous change with the way I did, when I went outside. Earlier, going out meant I always had a full face of makeup on – my base was done, my brows were snatched, and I flexed my signature red lip. With COVID’s interference, I noticed that over time, all of it stopped mattering to me. While earlier I would be super conscious about at least doing my brows if nothing else, now, I couldn’t care less.

I started becoming mindful of my purchases. (Okay that’s a lie.) I just bought less makeup, and way more skincare (and I mean way, WAY more). My primary focus became taking care of my skin first – this would reflect on a personal milestone of actually managing to finish one bottle of sunscreen – something I’d never done in 29 years of my existence. 

With the inclusion of skin care, came routines. While I always had some in place, the pandemic aided in switching gears with how I saw them. What was an un-skippable, rush-rush step earlier became a time for self-indulgence, and self-love. I redid the same things, but more gently, taking my time as I reflected on what I did on that particular day.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love makeup. It is one of the things that not only is therapeutic for me but also a pathway to connecting with amazing creators across the globe. The main thing that has changed has been how much more accepting I’ve become of myself. While the dread of breakouts and covering them up still exists, it has taken a backseat. Now, I can’t be arsed. Yes, the annoying acne exists – deal with it. Somehow wearing a literal mask has helped me get rid of my figurative one.
Speaking of how I do my makeup now versus 100 years ago (aka 2019), there is a stark difference. The focus for me has always been skin, but with the virus rolling in, it has become even more centric. My previous go-to “no-makeup makeup” has transcended from simply being toned down beauty, to something that elevates what already exists.
And this is also where FAE Beauty’s recent launch comes into play. BRASH is a work of art, especially considering this pandemic. In the scenario where only our eyes are visible, BRASH has become my go-to if I ever want to look put together in a jiffy. It amps up your natural features, making you look like you’ve made an effort. (But you know you didn’t lol)

Of course, on days I’m feeling it, I will go all out. Who cares if nobody can see it? Last I checked, we were still doing makeup for ourselves. So go ahead, you do you. Xo 

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