Make-up = my choice (and yours, too)

Just before my thirteenth birthday, I took the plunge and asked my mum for a mascara. For a second it felt like I was the protagonist in a Judy Blume book, like Rachel Robinson or Margaret, that girl who talked to god all the time. Are you there, mum? It's me, your daughter. I'm sick … Continue reading Make-up = my choice (and yours, too)