I don’t wear makeup. I never have — at least not for anything other than special occasions. I’ve never cared enough to bother.
Lately, I’ve noticed the darkening of the circles under my eyes, the density of the freckles on my nose, the glistening of my forehead, and the blemishes that dot my chin. They are all I see when I look in the mirror.
They are my story.
And sometimes, I wonder if it would be better to cover it than to leave it exposed.