World’s #1 Concealer

As a young girl and beyond, I can recall the moments where my pimples seemed to override my vibrancy. I felt the true essence of myself wanting to burst free but my imperfections began to keep my authenticity sheltered. I knew I was not this shy girl that was trying to overtake me. I can recall looking in the mirror and imagining my skin silky smooth free from every pimple. I would touch my face as if I had the magic finger and they would disappear. One day my mother caught me touching my skin as I said “I hate my skin”. Read More…