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April 9, 2008

The Brave Face

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I grew up on boats in south Florida, and suddenly there I was, trapped indoors or harassed by my mother to wear hats and heavy sunscreen. Even though no one teased me at the time, I was irritated by all the questions people would ask when they saw the rashes or knew I had lupus: How did you get it? What does it feel like? I had little patience and got angry very easily. Whenever I find old photographs of myself, I throw them away. My mother gets furious. But I hate looking at them, not simply because my face was fat and my hair was thin, but because the photos captured a very scary time.

I’ve since managed to overcome my self-consciousness. Finding the right high school made a big difference. I enrolled in an art school, and the friends I made there looked past the moon face and rashes. When we hung out at the beach, they’d offer me an umbrella. When we had sleepovers, they would suggest going to bed early. (They knew I became easily fatigued.) And when I started dating, in 11th grade, it was never awkward or stressful because I’d only date people who were already my friends.

As for my look, wigs are not my style, so when my hair became too brittle for extensions, I’d wear it in a ponytail. I’d color in the thinned spots with brown eyeshadow and add volume with a brown-colored hair powder from Bumble and Bumble. Depending on my mood or the occasion, I’d sometimes wear a bandanna or a baseball cap or a big floppy hat.

I’d started mixing my own makeup when I was 12, but art school further inspired me to see my face and body as a canvas. I’d take a makeup brush and mix foundations, concealers, and powders until I created the right shades and consistency to even out my complexion. To cover the rashes on my shoulders, I’d hunt for vintage scarves to wear over a sundress for nights out. I’d find sheer button-downs to cover up a two-piece at the beach. I also amassed quite a collection of sunglasses — the classic kind with big rectangular lenses, which balance out a round face. And I learned to embrace sunscreen.

The years that followed had their ups and downs — arthritis, brittle bones, and even chemotherapy (to help wean me off the prednisone). I had moved to Southern California for college by then to be near my doctor. At times I’d still get depressed, but eventually, I found solace in my makeup bag. I became increasingly obsessed with blending colors, scooping out different brands from their pods and smashing up the $80 variety with the $10 kind. Sometimes I used more powder, sometimes more liquid, until I concocted something I liked — a custom formula that camouflaged without feeling caked-on. Eventually, my mother suggested that I take my work to a lab and create a line. And so I did. I sold my first set of foundations, powders, and concealers last November, and now the line is available on the Web (nicolepaxson.com). I feel so proud when people send e-mails saying how much they love the textures, how my formulas have helped mask imperfections, from zits to butterfly rashes like mine.

Now, at 25, my symptoms have subsided a bit. I’m off chemo, and I take only small doses of prednisone. I still need four pills a day to keep the condition in check, but that’s a miracle compared to the 14 or so I needed just a few years ago. Lupus, along with the pills I take to manage it, has drastically affected my looks and my feelings about beauty in general. Sure, its effects made me self-conscious, but ultimately I realized that I don’t have to feel that way. My looks are something I can actively affect, enhance, and change — not simply to fit in, but to help people notice me for me and not my physical differences. To me, taking control of my looks — owning them — gives me confidence and comfort.

It has been a long journey to get to this point, but I feel lucky. And sometimes, when I put on the makeup I made myself and a great pair of sunglasses, I agree with my boyfriend: I look beautiful.


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