I haven’t discussed my relationship with make-up with you, but you should know that it’s my one true love. I’ve worn make-up at least 5 days a week for the past 10 years. I pat, blend, bake and beat this face flawlessly, and my highlight game is for the gods. But, absence makes the heart grow fonder so I’m taking a break.
Staring into this small mirror, fixated on the strand of hair, I meticulously pluck out the short silver strand, not out of malice or disdain, if anything, in resignation.