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February 16, 2011
I sometimes forget how wonderful something as simple as waking up a little earlier than usual to put makeup on feels.

I love how I can see my eyelashes flair; my blush glow; my lips sparkle. My face is a canvas that has gone awry, and I use an ephemeral paint to make it beautiful again, at least for a while. And even if no one else will ever be close enough to see it, I have.

To slowly make myself radiant while staring through myself in glass... sometimes I take it for granted. It's always enough to brighten days.