Make-Up is Magical.

I used to hold the belief that make-up was a superficial product that made no logical sense whatsoever, because you can't sleep in it, so if you're hoping to hide your own hideous face in order to attract a male, as soon as you sleep together the facade'll be ruined and this man of yours will see your true colours. This, in my mind, dubbed wearing make-up a pointless effort for people who had no self-confidence.
HOWEVER, that was before my face became hideous itself.
When you wake up one morning to discover that you're an ugly mothertrucker, you do have to go against some of your pre-established morals in order to avoid being shunned by society for looking like a monster from the deep.This led to a very reasonable raiding of my sisters massive make-up collection to find something that didn't look like an alien probe, and that also might somehow fix my face.
I grabbed anything that looked recognisable and sploshed it on my face.
I did originally look a little bit like a clown having a bad hair day... But I practised and now I like to believe I have mastered the art of pretending I'm attractive.

Just don't tell my boyfriend.