I was one of those girls.
I would not leave the house without a full face of makeup, not even to get gas.
I knew I looked better with makeup. I felt more polished, more presentable, more ready for my day. And I knew everyone else thought that too.
I put makeup on when I was sick. I put makeup on when I was home with young children. If I had been born twenty years earlier, I’m sure I would have been wearing heels and pearls too.
But then we went to Thailand, and makeup was a lost cause. It was so hot that sweat left trails through my perfectly painted face. I was left with a hard choice: go barefaced or wind up looking like Joker from Batman. Not the 1960s clown-like Joker. The Heath Ledger Joker. So I quit wearing makeup altogether except for really special occasions, and…
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