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She has been very supportive but can get frustrated with me when I don't understand what she is explaining makeup wise. If anyone knows how to get rid of the black rings around my eyes any advice would be greatly appreciated.

Apologies for the chest hair, I'm not one for shaving. Solid advice. I've never been able to sleep. Foundation or concealer. Or both. Then obviously blush the bits you want to emphasize. Look up 'art and illusion: a guide to crossdressing', it's available as a free PDF. It's quite old but still relevant. Use a colour corrector if they're really bad. Set this with powder before putting foundation over the top.

Using a full coverage foundation also helps. I've been told they're purple. Any suggestions? I guess that is more blue than anything else? Deal with chest hair? As he wrapped his arms around me, I noticed he had a Ziploc bag with all his belongings, including his Kimber.

I tensed up. He may have sensed this because he quickly slipped it into his coat pocket. He never raised his voice as he berated me. I immediately knew I had made a mistake coming there. The days were a haze. It was crazy. I started planning my escape. I pretended to fall asleep and waited for him to leave the room. I tried to wrestle him off me. People in relationships stick it out during the rough patches!

I finally was able to escape after having sex with him and waiting for him to fall asleep. I made my way to a grocery store where I finally took out my phone and booked the first flight from Las Vegas to California. It is hard for anyone to understand this, but I did love him. And even though I knew it was not a healthy love at that point, I still missed the man I fell in love with.

He was not the man who had trapped me in Las Vegas. It was as if he had two personalities altogether, Jekyll and Hyde. To make matters worse, Christmas was coming, and I was still at odds with my mom. I felt terribly alone. I decided to go out for Christmas Eve. I was applying my eye makeup when I hear three raps at my foyer door.

I thought it may be my friend, but then opened the door to see Kenneth. He told me he had nowhere else to go and that I was the only person he could turn to—and the only person he could trust. He vowed to take accountability for the hit-and-run. I wanted to believe him. I let him in. I woke up early on Christmas morning and bought fresh Dungeness crab to make eggs Benedict for brunch. He was back to being the man I fell in love with.

Out of the blue, Kenny proposed to me on Jan. I had a sinister feeling in my gut, and yet felt as if I could not say no. A few days later, as I was clearing the table, he began furiously kissing me. I let him have his way with me, silently hoping it would calm him down.

Afterward, I told him I was going out to see my friends. I was putting on makeup in the bathroom when I heard rustling in the bedroom. I went to see what was happening just as Kenny flung Raja, my cat, against the wall. I went to get him a glass of water and as I walked back into the room, I saw him loading his Kimber.

His eyes were vacant and far away. I was overcome with chills. I tried to stop him, and then he pulled out his gun. Shots rang out and the kitchen door window shattered as I crouched and covered my ears.

Then he aimed the gun at me. I turned to shield my face and felt one bullet pierce my right arm. The second one tore through my jaw. I went into the living room to find my phone and saw a gaping hole in my forearm. Then I saw the trail of blood reaching from the kitchen to the couch. When I screamed for help, and along with my cries, blood, teeth, and tissue came out of my mouth. Three blood transfusions and a hour surgery, I finally learned the extent of the damage: the second bullet pierced my right ulna, my right upper maxillary, destroyed five teeth, lacerated my tongue diagonally, shattered the left half of my mandible, before abscessing in my neck.

I would eventually need one year of weekly physical therapy, occupational therapy, and speech pathology to rehabilitate my voice, followed by four years of eye movement desensitization and reprocessing therapy. Getting shot was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me.

An intimate relationship is private. Suddenly, mine was open to public scrutiny. I still wrestle with that. I also blamed myself for the shooting and for not being able to subdue Kenny. Society and the system blame me too. I was financially responsible for cleaning up the crime scene.

They thought I was trouble. I started to believe them. Maybe I was trouble? Kenny pleaded guilty on Nov. He is scheduled to be released from prison in Meanwhile, I received the police report of the shooting. I was amazed to see that I told police that we had not been fighting that night.

In the months that followed, I learned that I was in an abusive relationship. I lived in a Seattle domestic violence shelter for three months in , which allowed me to get back up on my feet again and get an apartment. I shared my story —and photos of my bullet-ridden body—which helped pass House Bill and Initiative I , which give law enforcement tools to remove firearms when a domestic violence protective order is granted. To prepare for my testimony, I began tracking shootings in Washington State—who was shot, how, why.

For each one, I think: This woman had a life, she had passions, she had dreams, she was like me.