My Makeup

I love my tinted moisturizer; 

it hides my acne scars that I got when I was 12 - I scratched too hard at my stress spots. 

I love my concealer;

it hides my dreadfully dark bags under my eyes - I suffer from insomnia and night terrors.

I love my contour palette;

it hides the fat on my cheek and neck after a straight year of binging and purging.

I love my eyebrow pencil; 

it hides the bald spots in my eyebrows after getting scratched by my mother when I was 9.

I love my eyeshadows;

they create a crease in my eyelid that disappeared after restless nights of crying.

I love my mascara;

it detracts from my impossibly red eyes.

I love my lipstick;

it hides the rawness of my lips after they have been bitten into oblivion.

I love makeup; it hides my true face.