“Meredith’s mother never wanted her and her father wasn’t man enough to hang around. She has a right to be damaged… And us? Together? That’s a big step for her. Her best friend gets left at the alter and all she sees is, things like this, they don’t work. She panics, she wants this, she doesn’t know how to have it, and you know what? That’s not her fault.” #MyLifeAsMeredithContinues #Greys

As makeup artists, we can generalize all we want. What it comes down to is what you like. Keep trying and experimenting until you find what works for YOU!

Someone told me that I couldn’t relate to Macklemore, stereotyping me as a white girl that grew up in the suburbs and couldn’t have felt pain or had addiction in my life. I could insert the joke of me being an alcoholic here if I wanted, but I’ll refrain… I’m not going to go on a huge rant about how pissed I was, I’m just going to leave people like this with one thing: Who had me listen to Macklemore for the first time? My sister that struggled (and still struggles) with a heroin addiction. What did we listen to? Not Thrift Shop (don’t get me wrong, I love it), but Starting Over.