MAKEUP

She walks into my office and whispers… Tere, today you have to work out wonders. I need a miracle.

Truth is she doesn’t need a miracle. She needs the caring hand of transformation. She feels downhearted and needs something to make her feel beautiful, unique, unparalleled.

I then do my job. I work on all her surfaces, intensify the wonderful, hide the unwanted, until another person flourishes within the same skin. Young, bright, alluring, divine.

The inside is now outside and I see her smile, stand up, engage, ready to dive into the wonders of life again.

It’s no miracle. It’s only makeup.