the first time i put on real make-up (other than that sparkly goop i used to slush all over my lips) was on the morning of my bat mitzvah. i fancied myself super chic, done up in a sky blue suit with a weenie manicure on my stubbly nails. my mom offered to spruce up my 12 year-old face with a little mascara and pink lip gloss.
since i've actually looked exactly the same since 6th grade (i hit puberty and was done), it makes sense that i still do make-up pretty much the same as my bat mitzvah morning.
short and sweet. a little mascara. that's it. maybe i'll try and stab myself with some eyeliner if i'm feeling adventurous.
recently, on a date with my fellow, i decided to brave eyeshadow (gasp!).
i had to look up how to put it on.
sad. i know.
recently i got an email about the dress code at my crazy adult internship and realized that i'll have to look like a normal not-6th grader at work.
i'ma have to wear more make up. shit.
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