12 Beauty Tricks That Make French Women Naturally Charming

In every country, women have their own secrets for how to stay young and beautiful. But French women have the most natural charm in the world because they somehow manage to look 18 at the age of 42, like Audrey Tautou. Of course there are no universal tips that can help everyone, but French women definitely have some useful habits that help them stay charming at any age.

Bright Side has discovered the secrets of the beauty routine that almost all French women follow.

12. They don’t use contouring.

French women don’t like contouring because it hides the natural features of the face and looks unnatural. What they do love is a little bronzer on the cheeks to make themselves look fresh and shiny.

11. They don’t mind imperfection.

If you take a closer look at French women and their style, you will notice that almost all of them prefer a little messiness. It may be about hair, it may be about their accessories, like a scarf, or the way their clothes are sewn. This allows them to look natural and free, as if they don’t do anything special to look beautiful.

10. They prefer red lips.

You can always brighten up your appearance by using red lipstick. Women from Paris are completely convinced of this: it does not matter what your style is, you could be wearing torn jeans and a T-shirt or a dress with a huge hat. But adding red lipstick will immediately elevate any look.

9. They don’t get French manicures.

True French women never have “the perfect manicure” that took several hours to apply. Because this would send the message that you actually had to spend an immense amount of time, and money, on something so small.

Parisian women think that it is unnecessary, because they were already born beautiful and they are not going to spend hours on something so trivial. So, the most popular nail style among French women is short nails with clear polish or no polish at all. The same goes for their pedicure.

8. They have a hair styling secret.

French women prefer to not damage their hair and they don’t use a hair dryer or a flat iron every day. They mostly use expensive products — all of them have their favorite hair masks, and oil for their hair, and also a good hairbrush made of natural materials.

This is what they do to hair in France: they wash it and let it dry without a hair dryer, and the next day, when it becomes smooth, they style it.

7. Their makeup bag is not full of products.

French women have only 2 lipsticks: one natural color, and a red one for a great mood or an evening out.

They choose a light powder and a foundation to make their skin shine. But they don’t reapply it every hour, mostly so they don’t look like a wall with plaster on it. Healthy skin is supposed to shine just a little. They consider this is beautiful and natural.

Eye makeup only means mascara on the eyelashes. In the evening, they might add a messy, smoky eye effect. But it is supposed to be imperfect with that French element of messiness.

So, the 6 products in a French woman’s bag include: a good foundation, a powder with a shine, a mascara, an eyeliner, and 2 lipsticks. Now that’s an idea everyone should try!

6. They spend good money on haircuts.

Women in France are sure of one thing: you can wear €10 clothes and nobody will ever know that they are cheap, but get a cheap haircut once and your appearance will be completely ruined. This is why they are ready to pay a fortune to a good hairstylist and they go back to the same person for many years.

Also, a good haircut doesn’t need any fixing, so you don’t have to style your hair every day, only on very special occasions.

5. They have a simple beauty routine.

If there is one thing a French woman really needs it’s expensive cosmetics like a good face cleanser, a sunscreen, and a moisturizer. They will often add different oils for body and hair to this list.

In France, women live according to “the less is more” principle. They use just a few cosmetic products, but the ones they use are expensive.

So, when it comes to peels that are used all over the world, French women don’t really use them. They prefer masks, they use them really often, and they use a lot of different kinds — because good masks restore and rejuvenate the skin.

4. They believe in natural eyebrows.

You will never see a real French woman who has very heavy eyebrows that are an unnaturally dark color. Instead, they take good care of their eyebrows, making sure that they stay healthy, big, and thick.

They may put a little makeup on their eyebrows, but most of the time they don’t even do that. They just use some gel for styling.

3. They don’t diet.

Not a single French women in her right mind would ever start a diet. They are completely sure: the short-term effect of a calorie deficit is not only not worth the effort, but will also damage the skin because of the lack of vitamins.

For them, the main secret to having a beautiful body is eating a little. They eat anything they want, but not a lot of it. And when they feel that they are full, they just stop eating, not feeling forced to finish the meal.

However, French women do try to avoid an excess of sugar in their diet because it damages the skin. But they are not afraid of foods with a lot of fat.

2. They believe in the power of cold showers.

French women know about the importance of having a cold shower after a hot bath. This stimulates the blood circulation and helps to keep the skin toned. As a result, they always look fresh and cool.

1. They accept themselves as they are, flaws and all.

French women rarely need the services of plastic surgeons. It is very unlikely that you will meet an actress, a model, or a fashion blogger in Paris who has a fake nose, cheekbones, or lips that have fillers.

French women learn to accept themselves as they are, flaws and all. This is what makes them so different and alive. This is why French women are always able to highlight their advantages and their uniqueness.

Do you have your own tricks for how to stay beautiful that have been passed on from generation to generation? Share them with us!

Please note: This article was updated in April 2022 to correct source material and factual inaccuracies.

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My MIL Left Me During Labor, and What Happened Next Was Unbelievable

My mother-in-lawm. Each time she stepped out, I heard strange voices outside. When I finally saw what it was, I couldn’t move.

When I told Josh I wanted a home birth, his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. But his mother, Elizabeth, was even more excited. You would have thought we had just given her the keys to a shiny new car.

Oh, Nancy! This is such great news!” Elizabeth exclaimed, putting her hands together. “I have to be there to support you both. I can help with anything you need!”

I looked at Josh, raising my eyebrows. His shrug told me he was leaving the decision up to me.

I don’t know, Elizabeth,” I replied, sounding unsure. “It’s going to be really intense.”

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She waved my worries away. “Nonsense! I’ve been through this myself. I know exactly what you’ll need.”

I bit my lip, thinking it over. Maybe having an extra pair of hands wouldn’t be so bad, right? It would also mean a lot to Josh if I invited his mother to help with our home birth.

“Okay,” I finally agreed. “You can be there.”

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Elizabeth squealed with delight, her excitement so loud it could have scared the neighborhood dogs.

The big day finally came. Our midwife, Rosie, was setting up her things when Elizabeth rushed in, her arms full of bags.

“You won’t regret this, Nancy,” she said, hugging me tightly. “I promise to be the best support you could ask for.”

“I’m here!” she announced, as if we could have missed her entrance. “What do you need me to do?”

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I was about to respond when a contraction hit, taking my breath away. Josh was instantly by my side, his hand on my lower back as I tensed and groaned.

“Just… put your things down for now,” I managed to say.

As the contraction passed, I noticed Elizabeth fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room. She seemed more nervous than excited, and I felt that something was off.

“Are you okay?” I asked, frowning.

She turned, startled. “What? Oh, yes! Just thinking about how I can help. You’re doing great, honey. Just keep pushing.”

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Before I could ask her anything else, she rushed out the door, mumbling something about getting me some water.

Josh squeezed my hand. “Want me to talk to her?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. She’s probably just nervous. It’s our first baby, right?”

As my labor went on, Elizabeth’s behavior became stranger. She would pop in, ask how I was doing, then leave again. Each time she returned, she seemed more flustered.

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During a strong contraction, I held Josh’s hand so tightly I thought I might break it. As the pain faded, I heard a weird sound.

“Josh,” I panted, “do you hear that?”

He tilted his head to listen. “Sounds like… voices?”

I nodded, relieved I wasn’t imagining it. “And is that music?”

Josh frowned, kissed my forehead, and said, “I’ll check it out. I’ll be right back.”

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As he left, Rosie smiled at me. “You’re doing great, Nancy. Not long now.”

When Josh came back, he looked pale, like he had seen a ghost.

“What is it?” I asked, dreading his answer.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking upset. “You’re not going to believe this. My mother is throwing a party. In our living room.”

I stared at him, thinking I must have misheard. “A what?”

“A party,” he repeated, frustration in his voice. “There are at least a dozen people out there.”

The pain of labor was nothing compared to the anger that flooded me. I struggled to get up, ignoring my midwife’s protests.

“Nancy, you shouldn’t—”

“I need to see this for myself,” I growled.

Josh helped me as we made our way to the living room. The scene was surreal. People were chatting and drinking, as if it were a casual Sunday barbecue.

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A banner hung on the wall that read: “WELCOME BABY!”

Elizabeth was in the middle of it all, chatting with a group of women I didn’t recognize. She didn’t even notice us.

“What the heck is going on here?” I shouted, my voice slicing through the chatter.

The room went silent, all eyes on us. Elizabeth turned around, her face going pale when she saw me.

“Nancy! Oh my God! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to—”

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“Elizabeth, what is happening here?”

“Oh, I… we were just…”

“Just what? Turning my home birth into a show?”

Elizabeth looked offended. “Now, Nancy, don’t be dramatic. We’re just celebrating!”

“Celebrating? I’m in labor, Elizabeth! This isn’t a party!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you wouldn’t even know we were here! I thought you’d like the support.”

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I felt another contraction coming on and gritted my teeth against the pain and anger. “Support? This is a circus!”

Josh stepped forward, his voice low and serious. “Everyone needs to leave. Now.”

People scrambled to grab their things, and Elizabeth tried one last time. “Nancy, you’re overreacting. This is a happy time!”

I turned to her, my words sharp. “This is my home birth. My moment. If you can’t respect that, you can leave too.”

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Without waiting for a response, I waddled back to the bedroom to finish what I started, leaving Josh to handle the chaos.

Hours later, as I held my newborn son, the earlier drama felt like a distant nightmare. Josh sat beside me, eyes full of wonder as he stroked our baby’s cheek.

“He’s perfect!” he whispered.

I nodded, too overwhelmed for words. We enjoyed the quiet until a soft knock at the door broke the peace.

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Elizabeth peeked in, her eyes red. “Can I… can I come in?”

My jaw tightened. “No!”

Her face fell. “Please, Nancy. I’m so sorry. I just want to see the baby.”

I looked at Josh, feeling torn. He squeezed my hand gently, his eyes understanding but pleading.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

Elizabeth walked in slowly, as if worried I might change my mind. Her face looked pale and drawn as she came closer to the bed.

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“Nancy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I got so excited and carried away.”

I didn’t respond, just stared at her. Josh cleared his throat. “Do you want to see your grandson, Mom?”

Elizabeth nodded, tears falling as Josh carefully handed our son to her. As she held him, her whole demeanor changed. The party-planner was gone, replaced by a gentle, awed grandmother.

After a few minutes, I spoke up. “It’s time for him to feed.”

Elizabeth nodded and reluctantly gave the baby back to me. She lingered at the door. “Thank you for letting me see him,” she said softly before leaving.

As the door closed, Josh turned to me. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “No. What she did… I can’t just forgive and forget, Josh.”

He nodded and pulled me close. “I understand. We’ll work it out together.”

In the weeks that followed, I struggled with how to move on. Part of me wanted to keep Elizabeth away from our son’s first celebration as revenge for her party crash.

I was still angry and hurt, which made it hard to think about including her.

But as I watched her care for our baby during her visits, always respectful of our space and routines, I realized there was a better way.

When it was time to plan the baby’s first party, I picked up the phone and called her.

“Elizabeth? It’s Nancy. I was hoping you could help with the preparations for the baby’s party next weekend.”

There was a long silence on the line. Finally, she spoke. “You want my help? After what I did?”

“Yes. Because this is what family does. We forgive, learn, and move forward together.”

I could hear tears in her voice as she replied, “Oh, Nancy. Thank you. I promise I won’t let you down.”

True to her word, Elizabeth was calm and helpful during the party. She worked quietly in the background, glowing with pride as we introduced our son to family and friends.

As the last guest left, she came up to me, her eyes shining. “Thank you for letting me be part of this, Nancy. I see now that this is how we celebrate: with love and respect.”

I smiled, feeling the barriers between us break down. “That’s right, Elizabeth. Welcome to the family!”

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