Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

We’re in the midst of an exciting era where makeup is no longer “just for girls” — it’s an art form for all genders. But in my experience, makeup wasn’t always an avenue for self-expression; it became a shield.

For years, I was afraid to leave my house without wearing makeup. I used to believe that if I didn’t look pristine, it would be my own fault if I encountered microaggressions. Now, after 15 years of adding extra hours in my daily routine to look “presentable,” I have grown tired of worrying. My relationship with makeup has evolved to become a source of joy, not a mask to hide behind.

I used to hide my dad’s addiction. Now I can talk about it, but I’m still learning how to cope.

Recently, I realized I needed to let go of the weight of this secret

I used to think I wasn’t like other girls. Here’s why that was all wrong.

A lot of us are conditioned to be unhappy with the idea of being a woman

I felt disoriented and lost after being raped. Here’s how I found my way back to happiness.

I’m not here to tell you what to do or how to feel, but I’d like to offer what helped me most