I thought I'd try to wear eyeliner.
I put it on.
Then I took it off.
Nevermind the fact that it looked like I'd been beaten.
(I don't know how to apply it.)
It's not me.
I've hardly ever worn it.
I got mad...
obviously not about the eyeliner...
it's what the eyeliner represents.
I scrubbed it off.
What the hell am I doing?
I don't do much makeup.
I'm fine with my unlined eyes
and freckles and fair skin-
and I'll never be a model and I'll never
be Italian and I'll never be anything but
this spitfire of a southern girl
and as the black water washed down the drain...
You can have it.
But I'm keeping me.