When I was nine years old, my mom allowed me to wear eyeliner for my First Communion. That’s the first time I remember wearing make up to look prettier. Not to dress up for Halloween or to portray a character in a play but to look better.
When I was nine years old, my mom allowed me to wear eyeliner for my First Communion. That’s the first time I remember wearing make up to look prettier. Not to dress up for Halloween or to portray a character in a play but to look better.
