If there’s anything that bears the grunt of a long night of dancing in 7-inch heels, double-kissing until my blush is nearly gone, and forgetting to count the number of tequila sodas I’ve consumed, it’s my skin.
A somewhat clear complexion is is not some weird gift from
God, I am not blessed with radiance or anything, I genuinely believe
that it is not my genetic makeup but rather because I am besotted with
smearing nice things on my face.