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“Efia says as she smooths down the wax strips over my eyes. There are a number of perks to having a best friend who's a makeup artist and licensed and esthetician. I close my eyes and try to force my muscles to relax. We’re doing our monthly spa day. A habit we started in college. I think it’s more to make me presentable to be seen around town with her. With her, insanely high cheek bones wide-set light brown eyes, full lips, and maple colored flawless skin, she looks like the models she often w...orks with. The dimples in both cheeks take her beauty over the top. There was a time I envied her before I was comfortable in my own skin.
Now I admire her dedication to her craft, and herself. She rips off the strip making me wince. There’s no other person I’d trust my eyebrows to.
“You’re incredibly tense right now. Is work still running you ragged.”
“They are. We’re this close to finishing our current project, though, so I’m counting down the days.”MoreLess
Now I admire her dedication to her craft, and herself. She rips off the strip making me wince. There’s no other person I’d trust my eyebrows to.
“You’re incredibly tense right now. Is work still running you ragged.”
“They are. We’re this close to finishing our current project, though, so I’m counting down the days.”MoreLess
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