All it took was makeup...
For aboot 8 months now, I've been playing in makeup. Yes, my tomboyish, awkward, blind as a bat ass has become a practitioner of the makeups. Why? Always have loved makeup. I just let my low self esteem and frustration convince me that was yet another of my "Bitch, you can't.." list entries..after doing a second 5k but just before sewing. "It isn't for me" was what I told myself for years. I broke bad every blue moon, but it wasn't until my 30th birthday party that I saw the truth. Truth be told, it CAN be for you simply because you want it. Okay, I bet you're wondering "heffa, you damn near 36 now. What the hell happened in that gap?" Glad you asked. I forgot. But what matters NOW is that I'm not ascared. Stay with me, now. Thing is, it took makeup for me to finally get through my thick gauge skull that in order for this makeup to look beautiful on me, my black ass just might have to be beautiful. I know good