On the morning of my seventh-grade school photos, I sat down at the breakfast table with a face full of blue eye shadow, matching blue eyeliner and mascara, orange blush, and frosty pink lipstick.
And you know what?
My mother never said a word.
She just continued boiling me an egg and pouring me orange juice as if it was completely normal for a 13-year-old girl to go to school looking like this: Read More
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