They say that your taste in music at 15 stays with you forever. Given that Death Cab for Cutie still gives me full body chills, I can believe it. In my case of formative-year psychology, though, the same applies to my makeup routine. It's been the same since high school: some shimmery shadow, eyeliner, mascara and a touch of blush or highlighter if I'm feeling frisky.

Blame it on my bouts of breakouts or my desire to wake up at the last possible second before getting ready for school, but I never cared for foundation —the whole process of finding my shade, figuring out how to apply it without it looking or feeling cakey and then actually taking the time to do it just felt like too much work. (I did try a few times, and besides hating the feeling of it on my skin, always ended up with e

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