Heartbreak is like standing in the middle of a sun-scorched desert, staring up at a cloudless sky, hoping—begging—for rain that never comes. You wait. You hope. You believe. And still, nothing.

That’s how it feels when someone you love pulls away. When the texts dry up. When the tenderness disappears. You keep showing up, like parched ground, thinking, maybe today… maybe now, they’ll love you back.

Spoiler alert: they don’t.

But you know what does show up?

Makeup.

Makeup is the rain we give ourselves.

After a night of ugly crying, red eyes, and blotchy cheeks, you reach for that concealer like it’s holy water. You pat on foundation like armor. Draw your eyeliner sharp enough to cut through sadness. Swipe on lipstick the color of confidence because if your heart is going to break, at least your face will look fabulous.

And the magic isn’t in covering up.

It’s in reclaiming yourself.

Because makeup, like healing, is a process.

Messy at first.

Layered.

Intentional.

It doesn’t erase the pain, but it reminds you—you’re still here. Still radiant. Still you, even if someone didn’t water the garden of your love the way they should have.

So yes—heartbreak is a dry, aching desert.

But makeup?

Makeup is the rain you give yourself when the clouds won’t.

And baby, no one glows harder than a woman who learned how to bloom in the dust.