I've always loved the inner me...-no doubt about that-... but then I becamed interested in things that would beautify the outter me. I was fixated with anything colorful and sparkly, anything that basically stood out and looked good on me.
I never understood why people had a problem with anyone wearing makeup? I always thought of it as art work- a way to enhance what you've already got!...nothing negative.
When I was younger, about 4 years old, I remember stealing my grandmother's makeup and trying it on in the bathroom. I also remember her sneaking a lipstick or two in my purse, right before I would go home, and telling me to keep it a secret. That was the start of my craving, for makeup, and anything else that was beauty related.
