The Mask

I don’t feel like wearing makeup today when I go to church. I don’t know why. Normally, I never go to church makeup-less, but today I feel different. Almost like I don’t need to worry about impressing anyone because those I do worry about, have already seen me at my most vulnerable. But this morning I just don’t feel like putting forth the effort of a mask to hide behind. To me my makeup is something beautiful to hide behind, to put forth a beautiful face, so others can’t see the pain in my eyes. But today, today I don’t feel like hiding.