I don’t mean to brag, but I think I can confidently say that I have perfected the role of a perpetual “Before” picture when it comes to day-to-day beauty.
While I will occasionally splurge and get my eyebrows waxed, more often than not my attempts at beauty wind up with me at work with a forgotten Velcro roller in my hair, resentment over having to wear a real “big girl” bra (for social convention, not out of necessity) and a “pop” of color on my shirt from whatever I spilled during lunch.
But on fancy days I do wear a little foundation and a coat of mascara, which is what brings me to my point today. I had to buy new mascara. And because nothing is ever simple with me, it turned into quite an ordeal.
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