As I stare myself in the eyes, I am beautiful. I look perfectly lovely without any makeup at all.
Even on my worse day, I am adorable. Am I so adored?
Brush, brush, brushing my lashes toward the heavens. In each stroke, I graze against all my futile life efforts.
Touching my lips with a clear coat of shine, my efforts are covering what I do not need to hide and what equally cannot be disguised.
My transparent veil of protection. Watch over me all the days of my life, dear Lord.

After shower. Evening, Summertime.