I almost missed the point yesterday.
As images of brave, bare-faced women from all walks of life began to bombard the internet yesterday I found myself resistant to respond to the almost dozen nominations I received. Not because I don't wholeheartedly support the battle against Cancer (I, like you, know too many wonderful people affected either directly or indirectly) but because I simply could not understand how posting a no-make up selfie benefited cancer sufferers past, present and future. As the day progressed, however, more and more plucky participants, as well as uploading themselves au naturel, included screen shots of their cancer donations. The campaign, supposedly started by online beauty retailer, escentual.com, was working and working well: awareness was being raised and donations were flooding in. The trend has also had it's fair share of critics:
Hannah, whilst she is entitled to her opinion, is missing the point in the same way that I almost did. Does it really matter the way in which awareness is raised? I can't imagine Cancer Research UK is complaining. Nor are the thousands of cancer sufferers (men, women and children) around the country. I'd wager that they are just so unbelievably grateful that money is once again pouring in since for them, it could mean the very difference between life and death.
And that is why I am going to ignore my initial feelings of annoyance and join in the bare-faced trend along with so many of you and the beautiful ladies in my family. I am doing this for Grainne, my friend who suddenly and tragically passed away in December from Metastatic Carcinoma, for Sue Black, one of my beloved Zumba ladies, who battled breast cancer and emerged triumphant and finally, for a very special someone, recently diagnosed who shall remain nameless. You know who you are and I love you.
A bare-faced Ginger Warrior, over and out.