I've renamed Dress for Success to Full Body. So Wednesdays can be the post day for all things image and body related.
Today's post is a little pet peeve of mine. I see it at the gym, on the road, even at the marathon. Beauty queen dropouts.
I get trying to look your best no matter where you are. But the starting line is not the place for full makeup and round brushing your bangs then shoving your cosmetics in a stuff sack to pick up at the finish. FYI chick in the plaid pink sports bra and skirt, when I passed you at mile 14, your mile high hair looked like a nest and your mascara was dripping and streaking right along with your fake tan.
If you do it right, working out is not pretty. It's sweaty and full of grunts and the occasional curse. Its not a beauty pageant. There is no prize at the end if your hair is still schellacked on your head.
You don't need to make yourself up like a doll to be pretty. Being healthy is beautiful. Red sweaty face and all.
Plus the makeup mingled sweat seeps into your pores and makes you breakout. Just saying.