I spent my high school and college years meticulously painting on foundation every morning in a futile attempt to conceal breakouts, but it only exacerbated the problem: My skin felt heavy. Suffocated. It would flake in some spots and cake in others. The high points of my face (forehead and cheekbones), without fail, would beam shine — and not the cute kind — by noon. And these formulas smelled either chemical-y or overly fragrant, a scent that I couldn’t escape, that lingered, that trailed me and my every move. I looked forward to taking off my makeup at the end of each day the same way others looked forward to taking off their bras.
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