How I Made Up with Make-up


How I Made Up with Make-up

Illustration: Akshita Monga


uberty is a time of reckoning. When it came calling, I had to contend with what I saw in the mirror every day. I was fat and had acne that could be seen from outer space.

Hitting your teens can be grossly unkind. I was considered an extremely cute child until that oh-so-lovely thing that comes as a gift every month, came calling. It turned my smooth skin into a landscape of ugly body hair, and my once childlike face into something ravaged by hormones.