Picture it: Dallas, Texas, 2008. I’m applying makeup to a young client; she’s competing in a pageant and needed a test run of some of the products her mom was purchasing. She had to have been about four or five, but she knew what she did (“I love the glittery lip gloss!”) and didn’t like […]
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