Black. Black is the colour I see when I look at myself. Leaning off the edge of the bed, I peer at my feet. I fan out my toes and slowly examine them, ignoring the veins curving tortuous paths under my skin, ignoring the arch of bone forming their delicate architecture. 959 more words
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It’s Prime Time!
So what does it mean to prime anyway? Ladies, do you ever get frustrated with foundation that looks caked and unfinished, mascara that clumps and pulls out lashes, or perhaps you’re fed up with your lipstick bleeding outside of your natural lip line and your beautiful eyeshadow creasing on your eyelids. 263 more words
Paul would have been similarly stigmatized among many in a population obsessed with whiteness. Some ladies in Victorian England actually ate pure clay believing that it would lighten their complexions and others rubbed highly toxic arsenic ‘complexion wafers’ over their skin for the same effect. 28 more words