There was a time, early on, when I wouldn't go out my front door without full war paint, cos I felt I needed it to pass. Then one day I just needed dog food, so I threw on an old baseball warm-up jacket that was bulky enough to hide the fact of my breasts, and dashed to the corner store, figuring, I can endure being sir-ed this one time. Well, everything was still ma'am this and ma'am that, and that was it for me being chained to the cosmetic case.
Now, five minute face? You've got to be kidding, if I smear on some lipstick on my way out the door, that's it.
Oh, don't get me wrong....if I'm going out socially and want to look my best, I still break out the whole schmeer. But, as with anything else, easy does it. The Boffo the Clown look won't get you where you want to go.
Someone mentioned skin care...that's the best beauty aid in the world, along with getting enough sleep.

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