Chapter 18I cringed as I opened my makeup bag early the next morning.
I owned the bare-minimum of what most girls used daily. Mascara and lip balm were my go-tos when I was serious about a family outing or an event on campus. While I owned a bottle of foundation, I was pretty sure it was about two years old. I never understood the contouring, highlighting, plucking side of beauty. And while I had been curious about YouTube Beauty Gurus, I knew better than to try it on myself.
Knowing me, I’d poke my eye out with an eyeshadow brush, or end up with glitter all over my cheeks. And that was the least of my problems. I had to try to find something suitable to wear. Arae had gotten into my head. Was it that I looked bad in sweaters and jeans? Did it really matter? I would never be able to com
