T H A T   G L O W   T H O U G H

Let's ignore my stunning, totally real blue-green eyes and focus on the matter at hand. What's the secret to glowing skin? Is it Inner Peace? Happiness? Kindness? Nope.

It's highlight. Lots of highlight.

Also known as 'Strobing,' this finish has become rather popular this year. A strong glow for dewy skin. I made a quick step-by-step Strobing Tutorial a year ago. I thought I would revisit the concept and improve on it. This time, focusing on creating a strong strobe with a warmer finish.

So here is my revamped Strobing Tutorial! How to Achieve Glowing, Dewy Skin! 

I   W A S N ' T   A   G R E A T   S TU D E N T .

But I wasn't terrible either.

I remained in the middle. When doing homework, I would present some on time, some three days later and some never at all. In class, I would rally a discussion, sit quietly or sleep. During Personal Study, I would revise, read or go home. In all, I was a decent A Levels student with decent grades and a decent social life.

Now my sister is preparing for her AS Levels, frazzled and nervous for the upcoming exams, I assured her it was going to be fine. So long as she studies. And before I told her, I thought I could write it down here instead.

Here are some helpful tips for studying!

E V E R Y O N E   W A N T S   S T A T E M E N T   S H O E S

D O   I   W E A R   A   L O T   O F   M A K E U P ?

Yes. Yes, I do.

But not as much as you would think. Or perhaps, even more than you think. Depending on how much you believe this illusion of beauty I seem to portray. For those objective OOTDs and Instagram, I enjoy patting powders and sharpening lines. Strong makeup looks incredible in photos.

Reality is a much different story. 

The kind of makeup I wear for daily life differs from what I wear for events. In reality, I wear glasses. I run errands with my mother. I catch up with close confidants, who have watched me burp the alphabets in awe and disgust. These days, I apply makeup quickly.

And on one of these days, I decided to film it.

R A T I N G   :   4    O U T   O F   5
B A B Y ,   I   W A S   B O R N   T H I S   W A Y

Flesh and bone never suited me.

Too frail for the world, too fragile for you. My scarred stomach and bruised thighs are proof. Nimble fingers trail down shaking skin. I shroud myself in fabric. Beneath cloth hide pale wounds from wars long ago. I never asked for these scars.

So why do you?