I spend the last six days wearing barely any makeup and here is what happened:
I mean, what was supposed to happen?
This is one of those annoying clickbait titles that repeatedly grace my blog lovin recommendations feed and that make me usually doubt humanity in general and beauty lovers in particular.
But there, I wrote it, and it is true. I did barely wear any makeup.
Not because I didn’t bring any. I did.
Or because I purposefully decided to let my skin “breathe”. I didn’t.
And I usually don´t wear plastic wrap underneath my foundation, so even if I wear a full face, my skin can breathe. At the amount that skin does the “breathing” thing. But that only as a side note.