once upon a time
(last night)
i took a shower and then put on makeup and then got ready for bed.
j subtly made fun of me for putting makeup on 20 seconds before going to sleep
and i sputtered out some asinine reason about how i look crazy without makeup because my hair is dark yaddyaddyyaddydeerinheadlights reaction.
and then i thought a little bit about how ABSURD that little habit of mine is. to think that without eyeliner i am off-putting and hard to look at. to think that i am monstrous without an eyebrow pencil. when did that start? i know that in the last few years, i've been loving discovering the transforming power of makeup (only fifteen years later, right?), but when did that become this ugly story i tell myself about how without it, i am no longer my best me?
and then i wiped off my eyes and went to bed
and woke up and didn't put any on
and i'm still goddamn beautiful.
the end.
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