I remember that we weren’t allowed to wear makeup until we turned sixteen. When Julia turned sixteen, she was happy to start wearing it, but when Ellen turned sixteen she was only interested in wearing it some of the time. I remember many Sundays after Ellen turned sixteen that Mom would say, “Aren’t you at least going to put on some lipstick?!” This translated as a non-optional command.

I was usually shamed for going out of the door with wet hair. "You can't go out looking like that! You look like an orphan!"

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