Things that happen when you go out the door without makeup

You know that, you fly supersonic through the supermarket on a silly Saturday, you run into that ex. And then you have no makeup on. Seriously, he's your ex for a reason, but that's not what it's about, of course. You should always meet your ex looking fiery, unscathed, and successful. That means especially not shuffling around in your old sneakers in joggers and without sunglasses. Because in winter, that's also the case. With a sunbeam on your head, you can hide behind tinted glass, and that’s not possible now. The horror.

So I went grocery shopping on Saturday. And if I curl my eyelashes on a weekday, I certainly don't do that with love on Saturday. Under the motto ‘fresh face’ and ‘break for your skin’, I step out the door like a sort of Toos Makeup-free. No problem, right? The supermarket visitors just have to take me as I am, but I always have the feeling that something weird or awkward happens in a makeup-free state.

That ex

You really never run into, but then you do. If you're really unlucky, he's shopping for Pampers with his ultra-hot girlfriend, who has thought to put on some makeup. By the way, she also looks slimmer, smoother, and in every aspect prettier than you (me, that is) on those days.

The vague acquaintance

That someone has to take a second look to see if it's really you. Aw-kward. My advice: you're not, just not. Use those seconds of doubt to move your ass to the other side of the path.

And action

Sometimes Toos Makeup-free also takes over on a weekday. Occasionally, mind you, but it happens to me. And in the editorial office, a camera might pop up. There you are again, trying to pull off that disappearing act like a gray mouse. What do you do then? Sharing on social media is a no-go, you push that video out of your mind and never look at it again.

Picture perfect

Also here, there’s a lens, there’s a makeup-free state, there’s surely someone behind whom you can hide. Or me, because you all look incredibly beautiful without a bit of makeup. And if that crazy colleague decides to share, you force a black-and-white filter.

Are you sick?

No, just no. I just forgot my makeup, okay? If they ask you this, just duck into a toilet to put some red or pink on those lips. Color does the trick. But if you run into me tomorrow... No, I'm not sick, you can't take pictures of me, and yes, it's me, but I'm pretending I'm not.