MAKING UP IS HARD TO DO
(or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Concealer)
I approached the make-up counter at the fancy Fifth Avenue department store with
apprehension. Admittedly, I partake in the usual female camouflage, though I suspiciously
feel like a 12 year old trying to look grown up when I have it on. Make-up's always been
a foreign substance for me. All those sponges and brushes make me feel like I never
should have given up art school. However, when a friend said all the overtime I'd been
putting in at my job was making me look like a distant cousin to a racoon, I opted for a
quick fix instead of a more permanent alteration (such as a new career, or a new friend,
though it was a tough decision).
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