While my skin was milky wite, as you know, I'm multiracial and in 1987, for me it was hair. There was nothing in Canada, or at least in my province for my hair, that was thick, coarse and curly. It sucked.

But on the subject of makeup, I emetered a pagent in high school (mistake number 1) and the so-called make up artist spent about 15 minutes discussing my nose and how the bridge was too wide and poor thing, she just "couldn't do a thing about it." I'm almost 51 now, and I still remember that like ti was yesterday.