Organizing my make-up gave me the idea for this post. One word, ME!!!! Let's go back to the year 1985. That would have made me about 12 years old. You know, the age that you start liking boys. When you actually start caring about what you wear, and how you look. Well that year, I was in seventh grade. I had pretty much been a tom boy for the first 11 years prior. I clearly remember not wanting to go to Tucson with my mom and sister for a day of shopping. Instead opting to go with my dad to the ranch and ride horses and get dirty. Something changed when I turned 12. All of a sudden, I wanted to go shopping in Tucson. I asked for subscriptions to Teen, Seventeen and of all things, Cosmopolitan. I don't think my mom realized how naughty that magazine was. I mean in terms of articles, of course. Anyhow, I was not allowed to wear make-up. I was told that I could not wear it untill I was 15. Oh please... "But mom, all of my friends can wear it!" Her response...."I...