When people ask about the renovation to my 550 sq.-ft. condo, I tell them about permits. If they show genuine interest, I’ll give them what they want, which are stories of hardship. If they want more than suffering, I might reluctantly give them the oven story.
My personal relationship with beauty will always be complex and imperfect. I cannot ignore the commercial aspect of applying eyeshadow and buying that new blush. But with my makeup on, I feel like a person who is capable, whose highlighted and powdered face indicates that I actually like myself. At 42, this is a magical feeling.