i went without make-up for 1 week + this is what happened
make-up. one of the things i love to hate and hate to love. i’ve never been one of those girls who cakes on the foundation, chisels out her cheekbones a la kim kardashian, or even knows how to create a smokey eye [but if you are, more power to you], and i’ve always taken a pretty simple approach to my make-up routine. i try to stick to as few natural products as possible… bb creme with spf, a little cheek stain, mascara… done. maybe a little more than this for a night out… but you get the idea.
part of the reason i don’t have a very extensive make-up routine is because i’ve been blessed with pretty clear skin. i never experienced acne the way some people do, but i’m human, after all, and still get the occasional breakout. also, it’s safe to say that i’m not always [re: never] good about taking my make-up off before working out, or before going to bed after a late night… not exactly the best approach to skincare.
… and over the past couple of months, i started seeing exactly the type of things you would expect when you’re working out and sleeping with your make-up on… breakouts… dullness… weird discoloration… and for the life of me i couldn’t find a way to “fix” any of it.
all of this obviously frustrated me… a lot. i started thinking about going back to using face wash and lotions that are full of harmful chemical ingredients… something i’m totally against… but, at least those types of products tend to work… right?
because using these types of products go against just about everything i stand for, i decided to do a little experiment first. what would happen if for a week… just one whole week… i stopped wearing make-up completely, and allowed my skin to breathe… all day every day?
sound scary? it was. make-up has become a crutch for so many of us. i always joke that i can’t go anywhere, including my own kitchen, without having at the very least bb creme and mascara on… and i have friends that are notorious for showing up to go hiking… yes, hiking… in full make-up. i wish i was kidding. i really do.
so, i went for it. no make-up. one week. here’s what happened:
day 1: fully uncomfortable. i felt like i had to give just about everyone i came in contact with a disclaimer that i was purposely going make-up free for a week because i was aware of how bad my skin was, and ask them to not judge me. in retrospect, this is pretty sad… but kind of where we are as a society, right?
day 3: okay, wow, i definitely feel like my skin looks terrible, but this is exactly why i’m doing this. my skin needs a chance to breathe and heal itself. but still, this effing sucks.
day 5: oh, sh*t! all of these blemishes are starting to clear up, aren’t they?! great, this is working.
day 7: damn. my skin hasn’t looked this clear in months. and not only am i noticing the difference, my friends have noticed, too! that must mean things have seriously improved. the blemishes are just about gone, i can actually describe my skin as “glowing” rather than “dull”, and you know what else…
… i feel more confident. weird, right?
after i went without make-up for a week, i realized that it literally doesn’t effing matter. it just doesn’t. my friends didn’t give af when i told them i wasn’t wearing make-up, they didn’t judge me [and they wouldn’t have judged me even if i hadn’t asked them not to]…
… and if they had judged me… then that would have been an entirely different conversation.
this post has turned out to be waaaaayyyyyyy longer than i expected it to be, so, here’s the moral of the story. make-up is great. i’m not giving up make-up. i’m not alicia keys, and this isn’t a new way of life for me. i enjoy using make-up and always will, but i do plan to use less make-up, especially on a day-to-day basis. my daily routine is going to consistent of the bare minimum: bb creme with spf, cheek stain, mascara, maybe a little colored lip or highlighter. easy peasy. nights out? events? i’ll go all out when i feel like it.
this little experiment has taught me that wearing a full face of make-up every single day is just not necessary… unless i want it to be. going forward, i’ll be much more comfortable not only wearing less make-up, but wearing no make-up on the days where i wake up a little late, or my skin needs a break… or when i just don’t effing feel like it.
and never forget: it’s not about whatcha look like, it’s about the kind of person you are. anyone can make themselves look pretty, but if they’re a sh*tty person… that’s way harder to change. and no one likes a sh*tty person.
want to try going make-up free? do it! and then tell me about it! i’d love to hear how it goes… so email me! email@example.com.
thirsty thursday: iced drunken spice latte feat. bizzy
this week, thirsty thursday is getting a bit of a boost because it’s also national coffee day. [see what i did there?!] booze meets coffee… 2 of my favorite things being celebrated in one super holiday?! talk about a great day!
a few months ago, i partnered up with bizzy to bring you an easy fix for all of your cold brew cravings, and i’m super excited that we’ve joined forces again to bring you a boozy iced coffee recipe… and a giveaway! [more details on this later!]
’tis the season for all things pumpkin spice, but since it’s been in the 90’s this past week in l.a., i’m not quite ready to make the switch to hot coffee.
enter: bizzy! this iced drunken spice latte is the perfect way to balance out the fall season with the summer temperatures.
- 1 shot of bizzy cold brew concentrate
- 1 shot of kahlúa pumpkin spice
- 1 shot of half + half
- 2 tbsp. of canned coconut milk
- optional garnish: whipped cream + nutmeg
- in a cocktail shaker, combine the bizzy, kahlúa, half + half, and coconut milk.
- shake until well mixed.
- pour over ice, top with a garnish of whipped cream and nutmeg [and a festive paper straw] if you’re into that kinda thing.
- sit back, relax, sip, and enjoy!
interested in giving this whole cold-brew-at-home thing a try?! you’re in luck, because the team over at bizzy will be giving one lucky winner a free bottle of bizzy [that’s 6 cold brews!] along with a few little extra goodies from me!
to enter, head over to my instagram [@bananasandbellinis] for all of the details, and be sure to share this with all of your cold brew obsessed friends… the winner will be announced next thursday, october 6th!
let’s talk about food-shaming
in the day and age of body positivity, self-love, and balance, it’s [unfortunately] still very common for things like body-shaming to happen on a regular basis. just look at the comments on literally any celebrity’s or blogger’s instagram feed and you’ll see people telling them they’re too fat, too skinny, ugly, too made-up, not made-up enough, dressing too slutty, dressing too conservatively… i’m getting annoyed just typing all of this out, so i’m gonna stop there.
while body-shaming gets a lot of press, one thing that’s a little less talked about is food-shaming. food-shaming is essentially the same thing as body-shaming, only instead of targeting the person, it’s the food that the person is eating that’s being attacked. which basically ends up turning into a personal attack… even if it’s in a roundabout way.
not sure what i’m talking about? food-shaming typically sounds a little something like…
“you’re eating that?” or…
“do you know how many calories are in those?!“
“ew. this wrap is disgusting. i can’t believe you’re still eating it.”
“what is that smell? it’s your food?! i’m literally gonna throw up.”
so, what’s the big deal? people have different tastes… it’s all a matter of opinion… right?
the problem is this: a lot of people feel bad enough around food as it is. they’re so wrapped up in trying to decipher the whole “dieting” thing that they can’t keep straight what foods are “good” and what foods are “bad”. they don’t know if they should count calories… or track macros… or cut sugar or carbs or dairy or gluten. they don’t know if they should go vegetarian… or vegan… or paleo.
or maybe, they had a bad day and just want to eat some effing ice cream.
not only is it confusing, many people feel massive amounts of anxiety when it comes to eating… regardless of if they show it or not. maybe they’ve tried atkins… they’ve tried the south beach diet… the ducan diet… and none of those worked, so they went vegan… and that didn’t work either… so they gave up, and are simply doing their best to try to figure out what will work for them [remember, it’s different for everyone].
or they were craving pizza and decided to just eat a damn pizza. some people listen to their cravings and act on them. crazy, i know. [and no, this doesn’t mean they’re weak. it just means they listen to their bodies.
if you haven’t already guessed… i’ve been there, and it’s effing stressful. the last thing i need is someone commenting on my carb intake or how i should be eating this instead of that… or how disgusting they think the food i’m eating is… that last one really bugs the sh*t of me.
the solution here is actually really simple and goes back to something we all learned in kindergarten: if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
this might all sound silly, but i can tell you from firsthand experience that negative comments about what i’m eating [especially in the moment] really make me uncomfortable. they make me feel as if i should be embarrassed by my food choices… and sometimes, it’s bad enough to make me just want to stop eating all together. and if i have felt this way, as some who generally doesn’t give af what other people think of me… and also as someone who loves food… there’s a pretty good chance other people feel the same way.
if you follow a vegan diet and you’re at dinner with your friends and someone orders a steak, don’t tell them where the steak came from. if you don’t like the sandwich you ordered… and your friend is eating the exact same thing… don’t eat it. and don’t comment on how “effing gross” you think it is. that’s food-shaming at its finest and it’s not cool.
[disclaimer: i’m guilty of this kind of sh*t, but have been working on biting my tongue and keeping my opinions to myself lately.]
it’s time for all of us to get off of our pedestals and just worry about ourselves. i get it, your intentions might be good and you might be coming from a caring, loving place… but, even if you do mean well… just stfu and mind your own business. unless someone asks you for advice… you’re opinion on what they’re eating just does. not. matter.
just worry about taking care of yourself and being mindful about what you’re putting into your own body.
have you ever been food-shamed? or food-shamed someone else? how did it make you feel? share in the comments below!
what i ate wednesday: london, baby!
if you follow me on instagram and snapchat [which you should be, duh!] you’re probably well aware that i spent the first 2 weeks of july in the u.k. and ireland with my family. it was a [much needed] vacation that exceeded my expectations in just about every way imaginable… the food being one of them.
it comes as no surprise that i. love. food. like… i really love food. i consider myself to be a “foodie” and aside from my pescatarian diet, will try juuuuusssstttttt about anything. so, when i started to hear that the food in the places we were going kinda sucked… i was… disappointed… but ultimately decided to brush off the haters and go in with a completely open mind.
and it turns out… those people didn’t know what the eff they were talking about. need proof? look no further! here’s another edition of what i ate wednesday… featuring london, baby!
full english breakfast at muriel’s kitchen:
traveling from l.a. to london involved being in airport/on a plane for nearly 24 hours, so by the time we arrived i was ready for some real food. since we landed in the late morning, brunch it was! i found muriel’s on instagram, and when i saw that they served traditional english breakfast [aka full english] i knew this would be a great first stop… a real “welcome to the u.k.” kinda meal, ya feel me?
a truly traditional full english involves bacon and/or sausage, but luckily for me, muriel’s served a vegetarian version, swapping out the meat for bubble and squeak, another traditional english dish made from potatoes and cabbage. i [obviously] added a mimosa because #vacation… perfect way to kick off the trip!
fish + chips [+ beer!] at the fish house:
naturally, our first dinner in england could have only been one thing… fish + chips! i’m honestly happier than i should be that i had never in my life experienced fish + chips until this moment… i feel like it made it that much better… and i instantly became obsessed [and proceeded to eat way more fried fish over the next 2 weeks than anyone should… so sue me].
the fish house was my favorite of them all… the breading was crispy, the fish literally melted in my mouth, and the chips [aka fries] were just how i like ’em… i normally cannot stand mayo… but in europe served with fries? bring it on.
high tea at the wolseley:
on day 2 in london, my mom, my aunt, and i sent the boys off on their own so we could enjoy afternoon tea at the wolseley, which was recommended to me by a dear friend who grew up between london and new york… oh. my. god. i don’t even know where to begin here.
the scones with jam and clotted cream: insane. the finger sandwiches [egg salad, cucumer, smoked salmon with cream cheese] were made with the softest bread of all time. the desserts, the jasmine tea, the champagne?! this is a meal… no, an experience… that i will remember for the rest of my life. speechless.
indian fare at thali:
ever since i went to india in 2014, indian food has just never been the same. luckily, london is known for having incredible indian cuisine all over the city, and we certainly had plenty of options. i had never tried thali before, but it was a perfect way to have a little bit of everything considering that everything on the menu sounded incredible.
thali is essentially a giant round sampler platter, served with basmati rice in the center and naan on the side… and then gulab jamun for dessert. my thali consisted of saag paneer, spicy red lentils, tandoori potatoes, fried okra with onions and tomatoes, and a yogurt dip. still didn’t live up to indian food in india… but it came pretty damn close… and the naan? i could have had about 4 more servings. so. damn. good.
ice cream at marshfield farm:
on our day trip from london to stonehenge, we stopped in bath for a few hours, and our tour guide insisted that we go to marshfield farm for ice cream. that soft serve on the top there? clotted. cream. ice cream. need i say more?
so, in conclusion… london was pretty spectacular, food-wise. the verdict:
must eat: high tea at the wolseley
must drink: a beer literally everywhere you go
honorable mention: fish + chips at the fish house
next time, for what i ate wednesday, i’ll dive into the food in the isle of man, belfast, and dublin… london really just needed its own post because of how effing good everything was.
where are your favorite london spots?! comment below… i’ll be making it back to this city one of these days!
vacation mode: ACTIVATED
today is a good day. it’s friday. it’s a half day at the office [for most of us] thanks to the 4th of july falling on a monday, but most importantly, for me, today marks the beginning of my first real vacation in almost a year…
… and i’ll be off to the u.k. in a few short hours!
if you’re a regular over here at bananas + bellinis, you already know how i feel about traveling… and if you’re new to these parts, i’ll keep it quick… i’m obsessed with it and nothing makes me happier.
this vacation is big for a few reasons. first, it’s the only extended vacation [two whole weeks!] that i’ve taken since moving to l.a. and starting my job at snacknation [it’s been almost a year ago now… woah]… needless to say, i’m effing ready for a break.
second, all of the places we’re visiting are places i’ve never been. i’ve been lucky enough to have done quite a bit of traveling around europe in the past, but the u.k. is untouched territory for me, and i can’t wait to check some new countries off my list.
finally, this trip is special because i’m traveling with my parents, my little brother, and my aunt and her husband… and we’ll be celebrating my dad’s 64th birthday in liverpool [you know… like the beatles song “when i’m 64″… get it?!]. needless to say, this is going to be an amazing couple of weeks and i’m jumping out of my skin with excitement right now and couldn’t focus on anything if you paid me.
as always, i’ll be active on instagram, facebook, twitter, and snapchat [username kelsey1988] so you can follow along with my adventures in real time… and expect recaps from each city and of all of the food in the weeks following my return.
if any of you guys have recommendations for things to do, places to see, or things to stuff my face with in london, liverpool, isle of man, belfast or dublin… leave them in the comments below or tweet me [@bananasbellinis]… i think the best way to see a new place is to balance the touristy stuff with a more “local” experience, so i’m open to all suggestions! balance can really apply to all aspects of your life, you know?
on that note, i’m signing off! have some loose ends to tie up and a carry-on to pack before i head to the airport this evening. enjoy the long holiday weekend, stay safe, stay balanced, and i’ll see you on the other side… first stop… london, baby!
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