Blessed, not stressed

I have been spending less on beauty products the past few months.  At first, out of necessity, because we're on a budget, but now, because I'm realizing I don't actually need whatever it is I'm supposed to be buying.

I've got plenty of foundation bottles to empty still. I'd need to use it every day for two years to finish it all.

Eyeshadows? Well, I think one hundred will do plenty of shading nicely.

Lipsticks is the same.

Lotions is the same.

Basically, I don't need anything to feel pretty. Well prettier. I think I'm pretty enough in my own skin.

But capitalism is a monster of sorts.

It's very good at making you think you're not good enough as is.  That if you buy something a little extra, you'll be better than you are, when what you are is already something amazing to start with.

Then you start to forget that shit and start thinking that the shit you bought is what makes you amazing. And that's just not true.

I think living like this is a good thing. It reminds me of what is important. Having food, getting basic bills paid, some flowers, some gas for the car, some medicine for my animals and me...well, that's all I need.

Well, and Paul and my family and friends.

I'm an incredibly blessed woman.