Journalist Anna Chesova about the thirtieth anniversary and favorite cosmetics

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About relationships with yourself

I must immediately admit that I have always had a difficult relationship with my own appearance, and if over time they became easier, then only a little. I know that by the time I was thirty it would be time to get used to myself and fall in love the way I do, often in this section I read that other girls successfully cope with this task even at an earlier age. Good envy and sincerely proud.

My path in this sense has not yet been completed - probably the fact is that I have always been, if I may say so, not in my taste. From childhood, she dreamed of being a slim, tall brunette with dark skin and a shock of long curly hair, and was born a short, blonde girl with too, as I always thought, round ass and thin straight hair. Often I look at myself in the mirror and do not fully believe that this is me. Same with photos. Like, "Oh, wow, is that really me? Do I really look like that?" It may sound strange, but it is.

On the other hand, I have never had any “problems” with my appearance: I am a happy owner of really clean skin, I always look great with a hangover and so on. Over the years, I still saw (or developed, it is difficult to say) in myself a special charm inherent in me. John Fowles in my favorite novel "Magus" describes the main character by the name of Alison: "She was not beautiful, and often - even pretty. Here she goes on the sidewalk, stops, crosses the street, heading for my car; the impression is amazing. But when she is nearby, in the next seat, you can see in her features some incompleteness, like a spoiled child. But she really just discouraged very close: sometimes it seemed like a real freak, but only one movement, grimace, turning of the head, . I think in many ways this is about me. Therefore, my view of myself still has those swings. Often, I seem to myself a real freak. But movement, grimace, turning of the head - this art I mastered almost perfectly.

About age

That's what I have no problem with, so with age. I am thirty and I like it a lot. Maturity in itself - emotional, intellectual, physical - seems to me insanely attractive and sexy. I never tried to look younger than my age - why? I have a huge number of young friends and acquaintances, some of my men were younger, and I do not feel embarrassed about this. At the same time, it seems that my mother thinks (hello, moms!) That I lead a lifestyle that is not quite befitting an adult woman, which I certainly am. But personally, I think that the only way of life truly befitting an adult woman is one that she consciously chose. I chose my own consciously.

In the TV series "Girls", which I adore with all my heart and which I reviewed twice, there is such an episode. In it, the heroine Jemima Kirk, a girl with a difficult past, quarrels with her husband, whom she will soon divorce. And during a quarrel, she proudly tells him that she has experienced a series of difficult experiences and that she has such a rich life, due to which at thirty years she will look like fifty. Of course, I do not look at fifty at thirty, but my busy life with a series of difficult experiences is here, on the face, all here. I see no reason to hide it. In short, I like to watch me grow up. The face is getting smarter, straighter, more honest and tougher, like myself, and this is really cool.

About lifestyle

My lifestyle is a fusion of very unhealthy and very healthy habits. I am a frequent guest at all kinds of parties with all the consequences, and my favorite remedy for melancholy is to smoke a cigarette (do not be like me, it is insanely harmful). At the same time, I really sleep a lot (I decide to solve any difficult situation by immediately falling asleep), drink water all the time and walk very, very much in the fresh air.

In nutrition and sports, I also adhere to fusion style. In general, I was a frantic ZOZHNIK - there were times when I got up at six in the morning to practice yoga at dawn, I ran actively, shook the press every morning, weighed all my food on kitchen scales and did not eat anything containing sugar, even canned peas. But this is in the past. Now I try to approach the food consciously, however, if I suddenly want to throw myself in junk food, I can bravely throw myself without feeling any remorse and not rushing to work off what I have eaten on the treadmill.

I practice yoga and sports at home, in my room - I have dumbbells and weights with which I can perform a million different exercises. I prefer a long cardio training with a player - I constantly walk around Moscow alone and for one such walk I have time to listen to a whole ton of very different music. And in the summer, barely coming home from work, I often throw things into a corner, put my shorts on comfortably and go on a bike ride around the city without even having dinner.

My recipe is simple: at some point, after several years of constant straining austerity, I found a middle path where healthy food and exercise are just as much fun as a glass of wine or a burger. The main thing is to alternately competently alternate, constantly listening to yourself and not slipping into extremes, which, as you know, are evil.

About rituals

I love cosmetics - I love things in general, I like to buy things. Therefore, I have a battalion of various cans at home. In self-care, I tend to ritual, often meaningless - for the beauty of the process. For example, I always wash only with bottled water. In my bathroom there is a blue tall glass, which is just enough to wash. It looks like this: first, I wash the makeup with a micelle, then wash my face with water from a glass, then wipe my face again with a micelle (in the morning, of course, it's just water plus a micelle). Then tonic, oil (I have day and night) and cream - a year ago I switched to mature skin care. Once a couple of days, instead of a cream, I put on a night mask on my face, so that in the morning I look like a kitten.

Before a party or a date, if it happens in the evening after work, I’m not lazy to go home, wash off all makeup, lie down with a mask (most often tissue) on my face and put on my face again - I prefer to be late instead of showing myself to the world with a stale makeup. Moreover, the Moscow comme il faut - break into the rout an hour after it began. The same with the hair: I can not afford to go to people with unwashed head, I have too thin hair for this, and any negligence is too obvious to them.

Before any trip somewhere - to work, to meet with friends, to a party or a date - I will definitely take a shower and smear myself with body cream from head to toe for many years. Most often I use pop coconut. I also have cocoa butter - last year I went to the Dominican Republic and brought out several cans. It is harder to use - hard as soap, so it has to be melted before use. But it's worth it: you smeared it with it and then you smell like chocolate for many hours. I put the jar in a pot of hot water, and while I take a shower, the oil just reaches the right consistency.

About make-up

I am a blonde with light all - skin, eyebrows, eyelashes - and bright makeup, it seems to me, it spoils me. Even the fashion for tinted combed eyebrows bypassed me - with such I look like a real Marfushenka, no matter how skillfully everything is done. Therefore, I always have a minimum of makeup - at some point I completely abandoned mascara, and I use pencil for eyes so rarely that it will not end in three years.

My gentleman's set in the daytime: BB-cream, powder (I am obsessed with dullness of the skin, I can’t do anything with myself), light blush, a little highlighter with which I lighten the corners of the eyes, that's all. And, still spirits - without them I even do not go to throw out garbage.

If I want to look festive, I paint my lips with bright lipstick - red (I have four different shades of things) or dark burgundy. I begged the last from Natsya, my friend and neighbor, and now she has been with me for six months already. That is, the everyday Anna Chesova from Anna Chesova on the exit differs only in lip color. Well, and maybe a little more (or a little less) playful facial expression.