So my kids think that fingerpainting means body painting for some reason…

So having freshly updated my header picture, I think that it is a propos that I write something about face paint, body paint and all of those other lovely chemical stuff we put on our bodies and faces to make us beautiful.

If you ask Isla and Bella, they look good in blue fingerpaint…

If you ask me…I seem to be having a hard time looking good in any type of make-up.

Why you ask? Ok, you didn’t but if you are reading this I will tell you anyways…

I am aging. Yes, at the tender age of 39, I look much older than before. But I have oily skin so it’s not the wrinkles per say that make me look aged. It is as a cosmetics salesperson recently so aptly put…”the loss of elasticity and SKIN DISCOLORATIONS” which I have to battle if I want to look “fresh”. “Fresh” is overrated, non??

I have what in polite circles they call uneven skin tone. In rude circles they call it blotchy skin or sun damage.

I will call it what it is…slight dark patches on my cheeks and an unsightly patch of dark, discolored, uncover-able area above my lips. In case you are unable to visualize this, let me be frank and literal: I look like I have a permanent dark hairy mustache.

It’s not hair though. That would be easy to take care of. It is sun damage. It is a dark  line of skin that makes me look like a monsieur.

It made its first appearance when I was pregnant. Then it went away. When I was pregnant with baby number two, it came back with a vengeance. But then it went away. BUT, this summer…alas I am not pregnant and using 30 to 50 spf almost all of the time but it has reappeared with a vengeance and I fear it might be here to stay.

Being the beauty nut that I am I have tried everything: Peach colored concealer, yellow concealer, white concealer, light concealer, dark concealer, pigment cream, extra sunscreen and various shades of foundation and powder…

I have seen qualified “people”, professionals of all sorts…the news is always the same… nothing to be done till the fall, if then.

I have been good about the sun, very very good. I try hard to stay out and not tan and wear sunblock. But yet I continue to see Sir Derya in the mirror every time I go to wash my face or put on make-up.

Kind friends tell me they can’t see it. My husband says it is “barely noticeable” which means he is being polite and honest friends sympathize and say “yes it is very noticeable in some lights”.

I have tried doing a light and dark concealer trick but really nothing covers it for longer than 5 minutes or so…

So this year I am finally thin…not perfect but 18 kilos less than last summer. BUT now I am but a thin (slightly flabby woman) with a mustache…

Oh why oh why and oh when oh when will it all work out? Maybe it’s because I am such a perfectionist that the universe keeps jesting with me…

Whatever the reason (past sun offenses included) I am not amused.