Mally Beauty...Forget Bulletproof, It's Zumbaproof!

Zumba is my dance club...and I love to dance.

We all do!

Hence, we go out dancing, zumba style...

And you know the deal. You go out dancing and you've got your hair all gorgeous and your outfit is kickin' from head to toe and your makeup is perfect.

The effect?

You're stunning.

Men stop in their tracks to look at you. Random people snap pics of you with them. Your friend who lives in Alaska texts you that you've just been tagged in this photo he found on his cousin Jeffery's roomate's brother's bestfriend's co-worker's facebook page who was in town last night...and you looked great!

Let's face it. You're slammin'.

Then you hit the dance floor. The Zumba floor. Where you go to 'move fast and have fun'. You dance. You sweat. You fall in love. Where else in the world can you go to feel the music get inside you and move you? Where else can you feel this free?

An hour goes by. But you wouldn't know it. You've been dancing. You've got sweat dripping down your face. Your legs. Your back. It's like someone's dropped a bucket of water down on you. Maybe they have, but you totally didn't notice. You're carefree. Moving to the beat. All the stress in the world is just pouring down to the floor and you're loving it.

Then the music stops, you hit the little girl's room, and you look in a mirror.

Now, here is where the dance party might take a turn for the not-so-good. We can all live with a soaked through outfit and hair plastered to our face. It' part of the scene. But runny makeup? Mascara streaming down your face? Or, worse yet, no makeup at all? Where did it go?! It's all gone with the sweat, leaving behind a face that looks just like the one that looks back at you in the mirror the morning after.

Oh, the horror. Oh, no. Not now. You don't want to look like that now!!!

Enter Mally Beauty.

Not only is this stuff bulletproof, it's ZUMBAproof!! I had no idea what bulletproof meant until I did my zumba class last night. My hair was all done up. I had on my zumba gear. And my makeup was perfect. I used some of this makeup I won the other day - whether it was a consolation prize or a bonus prize is yet to be discovered - yet I won a tube of mascara, a lipstick and this eyeshadow that rolls on. Cool stuff, right? Still, I had no idea why the stuff is marketed as bulletproof until after my zumba class last night.

The music moved me. I sweat through my zumba clothes. My hair fell out of my ponytail, making it look like I was wearing a sweat ladened crown of tendrils. But my face? My makeup?! Holy cow, would you know it? It hadn't changed a bit!

Seriously!

I had sweat pouring down my face, arms, leg, back, you name it. I was done. Toast! That zumba class kicked my butt! But my makeup. Or rather Mally's makeup. You would have never known I moved a muscle by looking at my face. It was still picture perfect!

Seems I fell in love twice last night. First with the music. Then with this new makeup.

It's gone now. It all washed off in the shower with just the usual soap and water, so I have no clue how this stuff works - stays - so well, but I don't care. I just care that it DOES stay, no matter what.

How life changing is that, anyway? Not to ever have to worry about your makeup? You can just do it once and done. Go about your day. Never worry if it's worn off or running. Never stop to touch-up again.

Would that make it not only bulletproof, zumbaproof...but LIFEproof?

huh...

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