One thing about me and my mom: we’re copy-paste. Same face, same eyes, same ridiculously high standards for beauty products. But—of course, there’s a but—we never, ever agree on the best concealer.
My mom (you can call her Mindy) is 56, so her mature skin typically responds best to a formula that doesn’t sink into fine lines and comes equipped with a bit of blurring technology. I, on the other hand, am 28 and constantly searching for a hydrating concealer fortified with dark-circle disguising properties.
