I consider, on occasion, to stop futzing with myself. No makeup; scrunch the hair and let it dry. The Real Me. Let’s see if the world can take it.
I mean, what message am I sending my daughter every day as I cover uneven skin tone, accentuate non-existent cheek bones, and lengthen my puny eyelashes?
Isn’t it possible that efforts such as this are contributing to global warming?