Makeup

Jessica

I pull my sweatshirt over my black camisole in this tiny bathroom and look down at the matching sweatpants I wear and sigh- I was told to wear something comfortable to work, but I will not be staying in this; I will be given my sexy uniform tonight.

Sexy…That word haunts me. I have never been sexy.

I turn around and face the closed bathroom door, grabbing my makeup from the space saver that hangs on the back of the door, and a memory flashes across my mind. One when I was seven and I was in my mother’s room. I had sat at her vanity, and I had begun playing with her makeup when she caught me. I thought she would be angry but it’s one of my most precious memories of her.

One I keep close to my heart now that she’s gone.

“Here, let me help you,” My mother’s voice echoes as I stare into the mirror. “Jessica, you have natural beauty, you don’t need much.” She says, grabbing a makeup remover wipe and wiping my face full of the bright blue eyeshadow that I had put all over my eyeli