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ng to be different, God forbid.
So I'm just a midwestern farm girl--except for the makeup. You've
seen women that have absolutely perfect makeup? You know the ones:
lips crisply and perfectly outlined, the corners of their mouths
painted sharp, eyeliner neat with sharp corners, eyeshadow a perfect
blend of shades, mascara unclumped, eyebrows neatly lined, skin
smooth, uniform, and powdered. They look like they spend too much time
on their faces. Well, they do: I'm one of them. On the other hand,
there are a lot of women out there who could take a little more care
with their appearance.
J thinks I spend so much time on my makeup because I like to keep
everything under perfect control. He thinks I use makeup to compensate
for what I perceive to be other out-of-control imperfections. I
suppose he means my hair. Or my nipples. They have been an
embarrassment, but I don't think they have shaped my life. Maybe he's
right. I just haven't been able to convince myself that he is telling
the truth when he says he actually prefers them the way they are.
Hell, he says he likes me without makeup, too. He just thinks
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