Boomer Beauty Blues
Nov 1 · 3 min read
The trials of trying to stay pretty…

When I was growing up, make up was never a big deal to me. I was a tomboy, so the idea of plastering anything on my face made little sense… unless it was mud.
As I got older, the regimen of becoming a girl became a prerequisite as I entered junior high. Nylons, dresses, hairstyles, and of course make up was expected of me.

