you can't help but stare
and stare
and stare
until you hate everything about your face
how many freckles you have
pimples
it can only cover the scars for so long
the insecurities for so long
lips coated in thick red 
eyes you coat with liner and eye shadow
face caked with foundation
baked with powder
contoured to the gods
eyebrows on fleek
you ***slay***
sometimes you don't recognize yourself in the mirror
and it makes you happy because you can't imagine living the rest of your life looking ***you*** without make-up.
will you ever love you?
you, without the makeup?