Something has to be wrong with the mirror.

I closed both of my blue eyes then reopened them. When that didn’t work, I tried just closing one at a time. Unfortunately, that didn’t help either.  It seemed that the big red pimple was here to stay, whether I liked it or not. My eyes narrowed in malicious anger.

I was immediately thrust into my PMS mode— Pissed off, maniac, and semi-psychotic. The bloodsucker was messing up the most important night of my romantic life. This cannot be happening. It isn’t fair.  Why me? Why now? But most importantly, why tonight?

 Of course the blemish can’t sympathize with my date plans. It instead had decided to stubbornly put itself squarely on the tip of my nose. I crinkled the nose in question. Certain words came to mind- Rudolf the Red nose reindeer was the specific one.  

I moaned out loud. Are you kidding me??

Then my mind wandered off in the next inevitable course- mother. It was all her fault. Deny all she might, I knew. I saw her high school pictures; I had proof that she was genetically responsible for this.

But none of the accusations helped, so I decided to take a different approach.

Don’t panic, I prep myself mentally while one word threaded through my mine, Make-up. The word was heaven on earth right now for me. In fact, I was pretty sure I never had really appreciated the god ordained invention until this moment. Oh sure, there was that one time at my freshman picture day, but that was ancient history.

My hand rustle through the over used makeup bag. I encountered a lot of typical things and an array of other items I probably should have thrown away last month. Then, there it was, my concealer.

I made a lot of frustrated grunts until finally I put it on in the exactly right way that covered every inch of the scarlet demon. I breathed out a content sigh that my life wasn’t ruined… it was okay.

Then I knew. Make-up is for those days that you need everything to be perfect. Not for any reason but the simple selfish one that you need it because you want it. And, truth be told, for one day… what’s wrong with that?

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