Cara

My bag got stolen, snatched last night as I got off the bus but that’s not the moment of change in today’s story. Obviously it’s a pain, stopping cards, the loss of the money- my tips were in there. And my make up bag, this is the biggie.
Right now, I’m on the bus without a mask of foundation, eyes undefined with liner, squirming with embarrassment not wanting anyone to look.
The juddering window exposes my naked face and I see me. I see me like it’s for the first time and I realise it’s OK. This is my face.