Wrinkles I Don’t Need Approved

I never spend my mornings covering my face. A splash of

water, a little blush. A smear of ChapStick, that was enough.

Natural used to mean something, it meant a carefree life. Free from makeup,

free from shame. Women didn't look the same. Of course I felt the pressure

to look like a star. Hide those freckles, dye that hair. Tight clothes are

in, you just don't compare. Now natural means needles and fillers

from a box. Botox, stitches, toxin lips. Pretending they are

nature's gifts. I learned it from my mother, beauty is more than skin.