Not only is Taylor Swift famous for her musical talent and romantic endeavors, but many Swifties are also frequently blown away by her stunning makeup looks. The musician has rocked various makeup looks since her first single, “Tim McGraw,” hit the Billboard charts in 2006. She has sported dark smokey eyes, blue eyeshadow, long lashes, peachy tones, and cat eyes “sharp enough to kill a man.” And don’t forget about all the red lipsticks Taylor Swift has worn! But do you ever think about what she looks like without makeup?
As strikingly perfect as the celebrity appears, she’s had a relatable, not-so-great habit of failing to remove her makeup. “Sometimes I forget to wash off my makeup. Okay—almost all the time,” Swift admitted to Allure back in 2011. But unsurprisingly, the pop star is still just as beautiful without makeup as when she wears a full face on TV and at her sold-out concerts — and her makeup-free photos prove it.
Tied together with a smile
On January 22, 2019, Taylor Swift posted a casual selfie rocking a denim jacket, adorable dirty blond bangs swept to the side, and what looked like no trace of makeup. The singer smiled next to her “Cats” character name, Bombalurina, and appropriately captioned the post, “Meow.”
Despite not wearing makeup, the celebrity still had bright eyes, clear skin, and full lips. Between Swift’s raised eyebrows and somewhat mischievous-looking smirk, this selfie exudes a playful mood, and the lack of makeup contributed to that fun energy.
But what can we say? You’re gorgeous
On October 24, 2022, Taylor Swift proved you don’t need makeup to capture a moody photograph (or when you’re announcing the release of your newest album). Wearing no makeup, the musician looked genuinely beautiful with her hair up in a braided bun as she stared off into space, wearing a fairytale-esque ensemble.
Part of the singer-slash-songwriter’s promotional post caption consisted of, “Midnight, what a storied and fabled hour… On this sparkling evening I’ll be releasing my twist on a fairytale we all know.” Not only did this picture prove Swift looks stunning without makeup, but considering the success of Swift’s “Midnights” album, it’s safe to say she’s bejeweled inside and out.
He said the way her blue eyes shined …
Every true Swiftie knows that Taylor Swift enjoys rocking sweaters (or cardigans, shall we say?). On October 24, 2018, the musician proved that her love for turtlenecks likely outweighed her liking for makeup. In a selfie showing off her famous blond bangs and enchanting blue eyes, the pop star rocked a dark, cozy-looking turtleneck.
She captioned the post, “Here we can observe an Australian swiftlet in her natural habitat, a turtleneck.” The selfie gives off a down-to-earth, nature-focused vibe. Swift walked around an Australian nature landscape in her monochromatic black outfit in the post’s second and third photos.
It’s nice to have a friend
Everyone loves an adorable buddy picture — especially when it consists of two famous and ultra-talented musicians. On November 10, 2022, Taylor Swift focused on silly fun rather than makeup when posting a cute picture with fellow songwriter Jack Antonoff.
Swift wore a relatively casual outfit with no makeup and held up a drink as Antonoff stood in a jokingly tired-looking pose by the piano. The post’s caption reads, “Anti hero but make it acoustic.” Why bother with makeup when you already have friendship and music in the picture?
Poke that bear ’til her claws come out
Yes, Taylor Swift wore a bear costume and posted it on Instagram at the end of 2020. Of course, she went makeup-free in such an already daring and random picture. Unafraid to show off her silly side, the musician appropriately captioned the hilarious New Year’s Eve picture, “Bye 2020, it’s been weird.”
While her bangs were mostly covered by the costume, followers can still easily recognize her famous blue eyes and adorably round face shape. Not many people could look flawless wearing no makeup in a bear costume, but Swift did. Are we even surprised?
Never go out of style
Every active social media user who experienced the COVID-19 lockdowns likely posted at least one no-makeup selfie at home with a boredom-related caption. Even Taylor Swift jumped on board the Instagram trend, posting a flawless makeup-free selfie on April 27, 2020.
The pop star stared into the camera with her iconic blond curls slightly longer than her clavicle, captioning the photo, “Not a lot going on at the moment.” While the post’s caption was relatable, many viewers were likely shocked (or, let’s be honest, maybe not so shocked) by how perfect Swift looked without makeup.
This $30 Cake Destroyed My Marriage – My Husband Broke Down in the Middle of His Birthday Party
At Tom’s lively birthday celebration, a seemingly innocent cake delivery unexpectedly turned the atmosphere from festive to frosty. When the cake was unveiled, revealing a shocking secret, the room fell into stunned silence as Tom’s betrayal was laid bare for friends and family to see.
I was rushing around the house, making sure everything looked perfect for Tom’s birthday party. Balloons floated in corners, and streamers hung from the ceiling, adding pops of color everywhere.
The living room buzzed with laughter and chatter as early guests started to arrive, bringing with them the warm, comforting smell of home-cooked dishes and the sound of cheerful greetings.
In the midst of setting up the snack table, the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on my apron and hurried to answer it. A delivery man stood there, holding a large box with a cheerful “Happy Birthday!” sticker plastered on the side.
“For you,” he said, handing me the box that was surprisingly heavy.
“Oh, I didn’t order this,” I murmured, more to myself than to him, as I signed for the package. I assumed it was a surprise from one of Tom’s friends or his family. Busy as I was, I thanked him quickly and placed the cake box on the kitchen counter to deal with later.
As the party filled up, Tom was the center of attention, laughing and clapping his friends on the back. He always had this easy charm that made everyone feel welcome. His parents, Jane and Michael, brought in a homemade pie, smiling broadly.
They hugged me, praising the decorations and the cozy atmosphere. My best friend Lisa was right behind them, her arms laden with gifts and her kids in tow, adding to the joyful chaos.
In the kitchen, I finally had a moment to slide the mysterious cake into the fridge. Curiosity got the better of me, and I lifted the lid just enough to sneak a peek. There was a picture on the cake, but it wasn’t the happy birthday message I expected. It looked like a screenshot of a text conversation, but I couldn’t make out the details.
“Need any help in here?” Lisa’s voice snapped me back to reality.
I quickly closed the cake box, plastering a smile on my face. “Just trying to make room for everything,” I replied, pushing the box into the fridge.
As we walked back to the living room, I shook off the uneasy feeling. It was probably just a quirky joke from Tom’s work friends, I thought. They always tried to outdo each other with humorous gifts.
The party buzzed with energy, everyone enjoying the food and music. Tom’s laughter mingled with the happy chatter of our friends and family. I moved through the crowd, refilling drinks and sharing laughs, my mind occasionally drifting back to the odd cake in the fridge.
I decided to wait until we were ready to cut it. After all, it was just a cake, and it wouldn’t spoil the night I had spent weeks planning. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that something was off.
The room was lively, filled with the warmth of close friends and family, all gathered to celebrate Tom’s birthday. As the clock ticked closer to cake time, I felt a surge of energy.
I excused myself, heading back to the kitchen to retrieve the cake. My hands were steady but my heart wasn’t. The earlier unease had settled in my stomach, a constant reminder that something might be amiss.
As I rolled the cake out on the cart, the guests gathered around, their voices rising in a chorus of “Happy Birthday.” Tom’s face lit up with a broad smile, his eyes twinkling in the glow of the candles. Everyone cheered, clapping him on the back, waiting for the grand reveal of the cake.
I took a deep breath and lifted the lid off the cake box. The room fell silent in an instant. All eyes were glued to the cake, not because of its design or size, but because of the image plastered across it—a screenshot of a text conversation between Tom and someone named Jenna. The messages were clear, unmistakably intimate, words no wife should ever have to read about her husband.
Whispers cut through the silence. “What is that?” “Is this some kind of joke?”
Tom’s face drained of color. He looked from the cake to me, his mouth opening but no words coming out.
I found my voice, though it trembled. “Tom, what is this?” I asked loudly, the room echoing my question in their hushed murmurs.
“It’s not what it looks like, Ella,” Tom stammered, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape.
“Not what it looks like?” I repeated, my voice rising. “It looks like you’ve been cheating on me, Tom. With Jenna? Who is Jenna?”
The room was heavy with shock, Tom’s friends and family looking from him to me, unsure of where to stand or what to say. His mother covered her mouth with her hand, tears in her eyes.
“Ella, I can explain,” Tom said, reaching out to me. I stepped back, refusing his touch.
“Explain? In front of everyone? You owe me that much, don’t you?” I demanded, my hands shaking but my voice firm. The cake, once a symbol of celebration, now sat between us—a stark, sweet betrayal.
Tom looked around, the weight of the eyes on him too much to bear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, but the words were hollow, lost in the larger echo of his deceit.
The party was over. The silence said it all. No more laughter, no more chatter. Just a room full of people stunned by the truth laid bare on a $30 cake.
Tom attempted to speak, to salvage some shred of dignity, but his explanations faltered against the undeniable truth displayed for all to see. “It was a mistake,” he kept saying, but the words sounded empty, meaningless.
One by one, the guests made their excuses and left, leaving behind a wake of cold, uneaten cake and broken promises. Finally, Tom was left alone in the center of the chaos he had caused, isolated even in his attempts to explain.
With the last guest gone, the silence of the house was deafening. I sat in the quiet, the remnants of the party around me, and thought about everything Tom and I had built together. Love, trust, years of memories—all tainted now. The pain of the betrayal was sharp and deep, but even in the midst of it, a resolve was forming within me.
I knew what I needed to do. Respect and trust were the foundations of any marriage, and once they were gone, what was left to build on? I couldn’t live in the shadow of Tom’s choices. It was not just about what I had learned today; it was about self-respect, about not settling for someone who could so easily deceive me.
I decided to end our marriage. It was not a decision made out of anger, but out of a profound need to reclaim my life and my self-worth. As I stood up, the empty house seemed to echo back my resolve, its emptiness a mirror of what remained of our relationship.
Stepping outside, I looked back at the home that had harbored so many dreams and secrets. Tomorrow, I would start anew, building a life marked not by what I had lost, but by what I had chosen to gain: my freedom and dignity. The night was quiet, and in its silence, I found my first moment of peace.
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