” girlie; it’s just not who I am. Or I wasn't, until I tried . Now, I fear there's simply no going back.Before that, though, I was a devout wearer, as some good old-fashioned insecurity led me to cover every possible imperfection I could find—and there were plenty plenty (or so I thought).
I struggled with hormonal acne as a teen and into my twenties, leading me to have my fair share of hyperpigmentation and acne scars to show for it.
Also of note? I have rosacea and almost always look red, so you can probably understand why I didn't feel comfortable showing my “real” skin for quite some time.As for what finally changed?
I guess I got older, more confident, and quite frankly, much busier—and therefore had less and less patience for , , and complicated application techniques.
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