
For years, I was a powder blush girl. Loyal. Devoted. Emotionally attached, even.
For more than a decade, I swirled my fluffy brush into the same trusty compact, tapped off the excess like a YouTube beauty guru circa 2014 and swept it onto my cheeks with confidence (and perhaps just a hint of delusion).
Liquid blush? It felt risky. Slippery. Like something reserved only for makeup artists, TikTok girlies and people with glass skin and absolutely no pores. Every time I tried one, it either disappeared into my face or moved all my other products around like a poorly planned university group project.
So, I stuck with my powders. They were safe, they worked. Until, they very much didn't.
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Because something happened when I hit my 30s: my skin changed. It got drier. Thirstier. Finer in texture in some spots but also weirdly flaky in others. And suddenly, all those beloved powder products started turning against me.
Blush that once gave me a healthy flush now clung to dry patches and had vanished by lunchtime. My skin stopped being a smooth, dewy canvas and became more like a mildly irritated sponge. And no matter how hydrating my foundation claimed to be, everything I layered on top just looked… tired.