by tess
So I don't wear a lot of make up. It's not that I think it's evil or anything - I used to trowel that crap on in high school. But now it just seems kind of silly. My daily routine consists of smearing a pencil somewhere (anywhere's fine really!) near the outer edges of my eyes, followed by three-slashes-per-eye of mascara. I've noticed over the past couple of years that my lashes were getting really sparse but assumed that like so many other parts of my body that have given up on life, my lash-loss was simply another sign of the times.
Two weeks ago, my pencil turned up empty so I replaced it, and, on a whim, decided to replace the mascara, too. Imagine my shock and awe when using the mascara showed eyelashes that actually protruded from my eyelids. I mean they're not Johnny Depp lashes but there are actually itty bitty hairs there. And so I realized that I hadn't lost all my lashes, my tube of mascara had just been empty for the past year or two, and I'd been applying air to my lashes each morning.
And that's admittedly pretty funny but what's even funnier is that I've become so accustomed to wiping my eyes whenever I want to that now I perpetually sport raccoon eyes. I was embarrassed the first day or two but now think it's high-larious to discover at the end of each day how much I resemble a pre-lapband Courtney Love fresh off a gig at Satyricon.
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