I know full well that just like cellulite, there's not a hell of a lot I can do to magic my eyes into being what they were five years ago. But still I fall victim to buying lotions and potions -- even the beyond ridiculous ones that have their own commercials. I've got so many bottle and jars of various tinctures that it would not be totally strange were someone to confuse me with some sort of low-grade witch from a fairy-story.
I'm not saying ditch the cosmetics and 'learn to love yourself'. Mainly because in addition to realizing that's a cop out, I also really, really love cosmetics. I know this magical pen that squirts out concealer isn't going to make me look like a celebrity. But...it's a magical pen that squirts out concealer! How can I not buy it?
Maybe it's a massive rationalization, but if the simple act of shelling out too-many-dollars at my local Sephora makes me feel good (even just temporarily) isn't that just as effective as learning to love myself moles, warts, and all? (I don't actually have warts, though I was riddled with them as a child -- true story.)
I've spent so much time worrying about how I look, and it's taken even more time to stop actively waging a war against my own appearance. While it's natural that I'd be worried that this new found fixation with my dark, puffy circles was proof of backsliding, I'm not going to worry about that too much.
Because, in part, for so many years I'd duck mirrors altogether. The fact that I'm looking in them now, showing more of my face than ever before, and thinking "ugh, I don't look as hot as I know I can look" might be vain -- but it might also be progress. It means I want the outside of myself to reflect the inside; the insides I'm so proud of. Wanting to be proud of the outside is a step in the right direction.
Do you have any tricks for reducing under-eye puffiness? ....Asking for a friend.