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Written By Raya du Plooy The magic of childhood imitation, dress ups and imaginative play had well and truly taken over my daughters every thought. She watched on with curious intention as I meandered around the house pottering, conversing on the phone and even when I sat to watch TV. She mimicked my every move and proudly clambered for my attention as she practiced what it was like to be me. Eventually she noticed my makeup routine and wanted desperately to join in. Initially I was completely torn about her using makeup and wanted to refrain as long as possible so as not to steal away valuable childhood years and potentially plummet her into a world I honestly wanted to protect her from. After reading about the importance of healthy mother-daughter/father-son relationships and children imitating the same sex parent, I allowed her some special brushes and lip balms. It wasn’t long before began noticing missing pieces of my collection as well as my once-a-yearsplurge MAC lipsticks holding strange new shapes to them as if someone’s tiny teeth had gnawed away at the red shades to see if they tasted as good as they looked. That’s when I decided it was time to find an alternative to my weary sobs and give her some special makeup she could use of her own accord. I hunted expos, markets and shops but came up short on anything looking even remotely like my own makeup which was what she was desperate for.