irreversible

before i started this new stage of schooling i thought i was one of the more conservative ones in my old course of mass communication. my thoughts were liberal but i had no actions to affirm my thoughts, although that has been changed. it couldn't be generation gap, could it? we are but a year apart, but the girls here still seem so fresh and innocent that i can hardly bare to touch them, for fear of tainting them.

like many of my beloved peers, cosmetics have become my armour in navigating through the world each day: base makeup, contouring, eyeliner, blusher and lip tints — sans the one who has gone through the same transition as i did, no one here has seen me without them, and somehow it makes me feel safe. private. i am one with myself. i am sufficient.