Today there was not a speck of makeup on my skin. My outfit consisted of a hoodie, sweatpants, a messy bun, and converse shoes.
As I walked down the hall eyes shifted from me to the person next to them, and directly back to me.
No one came to me for advise, the only thing that I got were dirty looks from the majority of people I encountered.
Maybe the new look didn't suit me as well as the full face of makeup and miss me jeans, but this sure was more comfortable. I really enjoyed being able to freely touch my face and rub my eyes.
The night fell and I felt better about myself. I was encountering who I really am.

My skin had time to breathe, my hair was a mess, and I was proud. It was the first time in a long time I had truly connected with myself.

Tomorrow I'm going to look less homeless than the day before and see how people react.  This was becoming a sort of science experiment if you will.