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My mother took me to the Clinique counter when I turned 12, as part of my birthday gift. (This was against my father's wishes.) The saleswoman talked to me about the skin care system (important as I was entering puberty and starting to have problems with acne) and did a makeover using only light subtle colors. My mother bought me the 3-step skin care items, foundation, powder, light colors of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick.
My mother also informed me, in no uncertain terms, that if I applied the makeup with a heavy hand, it would be confiscated. She had nothing to worry about. There was an eighth-grader at my middle school who looked like she had applied her blue eyeshadow with a paint roller, either was wearing fake eyelashes or had applied thick black mascara with another paint roller, and was going to go work a corner during recess. UGH.
These days, I usually just put on some lip gloss and run out the door.
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