I need makeup to cover up , because society taught me that i would never be good enough being myself. No my makeup isn’t always perfact, my hairs never all the way straight , my teeth are not perfact , my ears are too big, I get pimples, and I don’t have the body of a model . But I don’t care , because my imperfections make me who I am today && Im perfactly happy being full of flaws while other people try all there life to be flawless .