
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.