
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.
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