Transparency

Foundation.
As I stare myself in the eyes, I am beautiful. I look perfectly lovely without any makeup at all.
Liner.
Even on my worse day, I am adorable. Am I so adored?
Mascara.
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.
Gloss.
My transparent veil of protection. Watch over me all the days of my life, dear Lord.

After shower. Evening, Summertime.

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