A vanity doesn’t have to be a vanity, it just has to be my own.
It’s early in the morning. See, my lamp is on.
I bought these brushes one year ago.
I should probably wash them more.
This illuminates my inner eye corners.
Or one of these shades do.
If I’m feeling especially capricious.
This is travel-sized.
As part of my cosmetic prep for junior ball, a MAC counter artist dusted me with this mineral powder. It even-tones my red T-zone.
My zone looks more I-ish.
Only I can tell when I’m wearing blush.
Contouring is beyond my skill. This was a hand-me-down.
It’s perfect for natural eye looks.
Or the only looks I have the ability to apply.
My palettes, my impulsive purchases, my primer that I searched and navigated online reviews for. My supply of makeup is all I’ll ever need. Nobody to tell me different, nobody to cast doubt. My vanity is rooted in self-confidence, not the other way around.