A Temporary Solution

I descended to a new low yesterday: I wore make-up for no special occasion.

I'm not a big fan of make-up. Even just writing the word seems ridiculous to me. Look at it, it's a hyphenated verb group. You 'make' your face 'up' to be something that isn't its base form. Make-up isn't a mask that hides the real you, that's just overreaction. It can be a very good thing to enhance one's natural beauty, when used in the right hands (don't come near me with that eye shadow, Charo). Make-up is basically a fine product. I just never use it. I rationalize that I would rather not take the time to create a visual image of myself for other people that is ruined if they see me just out of bed. In other words, I would rather be complimented on how nice I look once in a while than have it blaringly obvious when I am not wearing make-up.

But desperate times...

My lovely 20-year old acne has recently gotten so bad that I want to apologize to the people that have to look at it when talking to me. I'm planning on going to the dermatologist when the appointment becomes free in less than a week. Until then, I will be a slave to my liquid foundation.

It was either that, or a face veil.