Me: Bad. Like parboiled vegetable. No, like over-boiled eggplant. Mushy, weak, colorless, washy, soft…
Him: – But you still look great!
Me: It’s all about pretending, dear. At certain age ( as mine) we choose make up and attire not to show our mood, but to contradict with it – just to make others think we look and feel superb:) It pays back in all cases – we fake it till we make it, and at the end of the day or even earlier we feel great!
What is your recipe to look better than you feel?