Every day. Every damn day. You slather gunk on your face. Crevasses and valleys created and defined.
“You look like a monster” are the words you’re trying to avoid. Or at least you that’s what you though you feared.
So day in and day out you cover your real being with layers of junk.
Until one day you decide.
Not today. Not today. You walk out in the sunlight fresh faced and free.
Unti...