Remember when my mom came back from Taiwan and gave me a spatula?
My mom also brought back four boxes of face masks with her.
ALL FOR ME.
The other day, I decided to pamper myself and opened up one of the boxes for the first time.
It was an apple mask and promised to make my pores tighter, my face smoother, firmer.
I was excited.
So, after showering and washing my face, I tore open one of the packets and put the face mask on.
This is what happened:
My American face was too big for the Asian face mask.
If I pulled it down to try and fit it over my mouth, it covered my eyes, if I pulled it up to fit my eyes, it covered my mouth.
What are you trying to say, Face Mask?
Thanks for making me feel like I have a huge face.
It's not me, it's you.
I think this relationship is over.
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