I paint my lips in many colours, time travel with shades of eyeshadow, and practise all kinds of make- up sorcery… like adding cat-eye flicks or going intergalactic with shine. Through pictures I am an experimental, wannabe glamazon but in my heart I’m disco-cave woman with a taste for simplicity and a yearn for natural products.

It is bananas being able to Google-image yourself and be confronted with hundreds of different red-carpet looks spanning a decade. It is weird to look at these pictures if you are the actual person because you know where you were on that day, regretting your outfit, feeling terrified that there is food in your teeth.

When looking at these pictures of yourself, only you can truly identify the story you’re telling in your eyes. I often find my face pretty confusing. I’m not part of a generation comfortable with looking at it all the time, like some of my younger comrades who are masters of the intricate art of selfies.

But I am going to be 33 this year and am determined to embrace the newfound memory crevices and deal with the fact that my face is my face, is my face. It is changeable and that is magic. I will continue to play, then wipe it all off at the end of the day – because my face is my face, is my face.

If you like to play, too, Lucy Bee’s Coconut Oil (which is organic and Fair Trade) is wondrous at getting rid of make-up. Wet two cotton pads, add a little bit of coconut from the jar and wipe. Then, the next day, start again.

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