Oh thank god someone has had a worse realization than my remembering opening my mom’s “make-up” sponges she kept in her headboard drawer along what I newly realize was probably not lotion AAHHH. (Also, where tf did fancy ass headboards, with built-in drawers and jewelry tray and a big ass mirror, yeah no when did those big honkers disappear?) Out the drawer I grabbed them, opening up the crinkly plump sealed packages aaand playing with them like they were my spongy powderpuffs. Dabbing my face. Probably saying shit like, “mom look!! why do you have so many–”
Oh god why. Why.
I was maaaybe 4 or 5 though, weird thing to explain at that age I suppose. Still though. AHHH nonono.
Oh thank god someone has had a worse realization than my remembering opening my mom’s “make-up” sponges she kept in her headboard drawer along what I newly realize was probably not lotion AAHHH. (Also, where tf did fancy ass headboards, with built-in drawers and jewelry tray and a big ass mirror, yeah no when did those big honkers disappear?) Out the drawer I grabbed them, opening up the crinkly plump sealed packages aaand playing with them like they were my spongy powderpuffs. Dabbing my face. Probably saying shit like, “mom look!! why do you have so many–”
Oh god why. Why.
I was maaaybe 4 or 5 though, weird thing to explain at that age I suppose. Still though. AHHH nonono.