I feel like I’m pretty good at doing my own makeup. I’ve watched a lot of people do my makeup, so I’ve been able to gauge what looks good and what doesn’t.
I have like three hairs left on my head. A hairstylist will come in and put all this fake hair in and it looks luscious and amazing. And I’m like, god, I feel a thousand times better.
I try to remind myself that all of this could be over tomorrow, because I could wake up and magically be 35 feet tall and not be able to act in movies anymore.
