June 21, 2009 § Leave a comment

this never occurred to me before, but make up is like war paint. putting it on is like getting ready for battle, different shades, for different encounters… like armor when out in the world, hiding just enough of the real you to make for an easier time. today, my liner is brown, my shade neutral, my lips smudged. today, i’m seeing my mom.


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