Last year I was truly obsessed with make-up.
After many painful vicissitudes in my life, I felt the need to reinvent myself and to move away from ungracious people and individuals who supposed that I was unable to survive without them.
I became miserable and I turned to make-up for comfort. I confided in make-up, so much so that I found that I couldn’t leave home without lavishly painting my face. Make-up defined me as a person back then, it got all the glory and the painted Lady became a dumb Idol…but what had happened to the real me, the one hidden underneath that oily mineral Mask? Where was she?
The other day my friend Cathy said, “I love your foundation, it suits so well” I smiled and immediately felt very confident.
That foundation was hiding a mass of acne, dark marks and the natural marks creation gave…
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