When the change-makers were finished working their magic, the daughters grinned like the little girls they used to be. Once the show began, the mothers, whoid claimed they were fine just the way they were, actually seemed to be preening as they strutted around the stage with their freshly painted faces and temporary finery. Soon theyid go back home, wash off the makeup, put on their old clothes, and step back into their old lives. Maybe what intrigued Maxine most about makeovers was just how ephemeral the change was. What remained after the makeup was washed off, the new hairdo had wilted, and the new clothes were returned was the durability of the old self, the tenacity of emotions and habits that resisted beautification.
Singing in the Comeback Choir, Bebe Moore Campbell