On Hilary Clinton, my hair in Africa and starting a movement.
So, I have a girl-crush on Hilary Clinton.
The media, however, doesn’t share my enthusiasm for her. It prefers to criticize the colour of her pant suits, rather than celebrate her impressive political career.
More recently, the media went absolutely bonkers when Hilary stepped out before press, fresh faced (sans makeup) and bespectacled, while traveling through India and China.
I present to you, Exhibit A.
Quite honestly, I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I happen to think she looks present and enraptured by whatever is unfolding in front of her. Given her busy schedule and the fact that she’s traveling, this is no easy feat.
Take me for example. Some of you may know that I’m in Africa at the moment. I’m visiting Uganda and Burundi with gal-pal Idelette (I promise, more on that later).
I’m writing this post at the end of a 14+ hour day, my upper lip bejeweled with a permanent sweat mustache. Africa may love me, but it’s all out WWIII with my hair. After a two-week valiant battle with my hair straightener, I’ve finally surrendered to the humidity gods. Messy bun, it is.
Over the last two weeks, Idelette and I have been in the trenches: having heartbreaking conversations about social justice, identifying the fault-lines of our faith and listening to jaw-dropping stories of courage. This, of course means: UMT (Ugly Mascara Tears).
Let’s do the math, shall we?
Sweat Mustache + Messy Bun + UMT = Not Ideal
I’m not implying that my life is as busy as Mrs. Clinton. I’m saying that, the fact that she looks present + enraptured, while on a whirlwind tour filled with press conferences, meetings and media interviews is impressive.
When interviewed about her au naturale look, she told CNN:
“I feel so relieved to be at the stage I’m at in my life right now. Because, you know, if I want to wear my glasses, I’m wearing my glasses. If I want to wear my hair back, I’m pulling my hair back. You know, at some point, it’s just not something that deserves a lot of time and attention”.
I just looove her laugh at the end of the video.
She is the freaking Secretary. Of. State. Power to you sister! [insert fist bump]
Some of you may remember my post from early March, Are You There, World? It’s Me, Tina. Without Makeup. I posted a picture of myself without makeup and extended an invitation to fellow SheLoves readers to upload a picture of themselves au naturale.
The response was: overwhelming. We had women from Vancouver, Sydney, Dubai, Kampala, Toronto, Seattle, Luxembourg, Bahrain, etc. who participated in the challenge. Seeing Hilary’s story in the news, reminded me that we didn’t get a chance to acknowledge these fabulous women.
Now, sit back and savour these scrumptious faces.
And if that wasn’t enough of an adrenaline rush, we had sisters! Indian sisters and Fillipino sisters!
We had mothers and daughters!
We had Mamas with their babes.
Some girls got creative. Meet Loreili:
“Hello World! It’s me Loreili, with no makeup. #iamenough (and sexy beyond belief says my husband!)”
“HELLLOOOOOOO WORLD! It’s me, Jenna, proudly with no makeup 🙂 #iamSOenough
Me with my MAN (3 days into our honeymoon); Tanned and NO makeup; Me in Africa; Me at my BEST moment- the birth of my baby boy!”
And to top it all off, we had Miss World Canada 2012, Tara Teng.
In the words of Buffalo Springfield, can I just say:
There’s something happenin’ here.
What it is, ain’t exactly clear.
Sing with me now:
Stop children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.
So dear ones,
Are you inspired by these ladies to post your picture? Gleep! I would love to see your beautiful faces, all over our Facebook Wall!
Here’s how you can do it:
- Go to our SheLoves Facebook page.
- ‘Like’ our page if you haven’t already. 😉
- Then upload a picture of yourself with this caption:
“Hey World! It’s Me, _____[name]. Without Makeup. #iamenough”
Beauty is about being: present + enraptured. We have the power to define a new standard for beauty that celebrates our pores, wrinkles and laugh lines.
Love you more than a cold bottle of orange Fanta on a hot African day,