makeup your mind
Confession is good for the soul….
My name is Hillary and I’m a makeup junkie. I remember buying my first eye shadow (purple, powder, Aziza, age 12) and coveting it like some forbidden fruit. (It should have been forbidden—purple’s not a good color on me.) Then there was Miss. Freedman’s 7-th grade English class, where I was busted for hauling my stash to class and trading cosmetics with a fellow addict while Miss. Freedman was discussing To Kill a Mockingbird. (Got an A+ in the class; but lost out on “behavior” points.)
I realize I’m probably feeding the disease. But what’s a makeup junkie to do?