The Story of My Face by Leanne Baugh

Author:Leanne Baugh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Second Story Press
Published: 2018-06-25T16:07:28+00:00

FASHIONISTAS

Tammy and I make our way through West Ridge Mall.

“There are a few boutiques in here that I think you’ll like. But first, we’re getting our makeup done,” Tammy says.

“What?”

“I phoned ahead. They can take both of us.” Tammy strolls up to a small kiosk with rows of mascara and colorful eye shadow and lipstick.

“How about I just watch you,” I say.

“No way. As your extreme makeover consultant, I insist we start here,” Tammy says. “No discussion. End of story.”

When the two girls working at the New Self counter look at Tammy and then at me, they share a wide-eyed, uncomfortable look. Tammy and I are obviously going to be the biggest challenges of their aesthetics careers.

“I’m Tammy.”

“Oh.” She looks at Tammy in a weird way. “I’m Jane and this is Savannah. We’ll be doing your makeup today.”

“Let’s get started, shall we? This might take a while,” Tammy says, winking at me.

I get Savannah. She has pink hair the color of cotton candy, but her makeup looks natural, even tasteful, as far as makeup goes. “You can sit here.” She gestures to a stool. “Do you want to pick colors for your eye shadow and lipstick?”

“I’ll just have what you’re wearing. All of it,” I say, feeling incredibly self-conscious as she inspects every inch of my face, probably trying to figure out how the hell she’s going to cover up the disaster. Oops. Replace that with a positive thought. Savannah is probably trying to figure out how to maximize my best features.

“I’m an Ivory 2 foundation, but I’m thinking the Beige 3 concealer will work best with your skin color,” she says.

Concealer. Good luck, Savannah. I catch myself again. No negative thoughts. No trashing myself. I try to reboot my brain again for a sunnier point of view. I look over at Jane, who is applying foundation to Tammy’s face. There’s a long patch of whiskers that didn’t get shaved.

“Sorry about the racing stripes,” Tammy says. “My blade is pretty dull.”

“When do you usually shave?” Jane asks.

“As soon as I get out of bed. Facial hair is the bane of my existence.”

“First thing in the morning, the skin is puffy from sleep,” Jane says. “Try waiting about twenty to thirty minutes for your skin to tighten back up to normal. You’ll get a closer shave because more of the hair follicle is exposed.”

“Well, aren’t you just a fountain of knowledge,” Tammy says with a big smile.

When my makeover is done, I look at myself in the mirror in total disbelief. The way Savannah concealed, toned, and blushed my face, I look almost normal—at least as normal as I’ve looked in nearly a year. I’m still wearing a mask, but I like this one better.

“I don’t want to give you the heavy sales pitch,” Savannah says, “but I think if you invest in anything, the concealer and blush would be your best bet.”

“I can only afford one, so how about the concealer,” I say. I look over at Tammy’s dramatic sapphire-blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick.

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