There are several colors that make me look like an insomniac flu victim who just finished running a marathon. Most shades of peach and coral, pale pinks, and certain dusty blues have this effect on my complexion. And I do avoid them, at least up top.
But I just can’t limit myself to a tiny set of über-flattering colors. I CAN’T DO IT. In a world that embraces black and gray with both arms, shuns bright hues, and fears color-on-color mixes, I feel it is my sworn duty to rotate through as many bold shades as I can. Even if they don’t make me look as rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed as possible. I’m a bona-fide color rebel, people. And I’m more than happy to sacrifice a glowy complexion for a constant stream of feedback about my inspiring and cheering color choices. Bold tones make me feel happy, energetic, and alive. And all of those things trump “pretty.”
Are you a color rebel, too? Do you know “your colors,” and stick to them religiously? Know “your colors” and ignore them cheerfully? How do you feel about restricting your wearage to a certain set of shades?
P.S. This photo is from last summer, but I think it qualifies as one of my boldest color mixes EVER. So I used it. Even though my hair is way different now.