Blushing Discovery

My blush isn't cute-it's a five-alarm fire.

Mascara smudges, eyeliner runs, and my cheeks steal the show.

Social norms say blend in, but my face is screaming, "Spotlight!"

Foundation cakes.

Lip gloss sticks to teeth.

Only Darian gets it-real friends don't flinch at a tomato-face.

One awkward stumble after another, and I'm ditching every filter.

Peeling back the layers sucks, but nothing's scarier than faking it.

Bare skin, bare soul, and no apologies.

My whole routine crashes in a powder explosion.

I grab the mirror and run.

Turns out, confidence glows brighter than any highlighter.

Letting go of perfect is the messiest magic trick I've ever pulled.

This blush won't fade, but neither will I.

Time to paint the world my true color-whether anyone's ready or not.