I always contour my nose, and I love to contour my cheeks".
I mixed the petroleum goo with brow powder, fixed my brows into place, and contoured my cheekbones with a Vaseline and bronzer.
It turns out that my new deficiencies in contour were not unique; millions of people in my age cohort were having the same unpleasant surprise.
As for my parents and the rest of my extended family, the actual contours of my dating life will remain totally undiscussed.
Or maybe it was meant to protect the girl who shared my school-bus seat and wondered aloud where my bra might be — summoning a shame I hadn't felt since last wetting the bed — from the faint contour of my nipples.
I parted my hair in the middle, and I greased it down, and I contoured my face to be really, really manly.
But what if carrying it out was actually more of the same, yet another grief ritual, a desire to explore the streets of Aura's childhood by executing a performance-game that she would have liked, all in order to intermingle with her city as I might yearn now to trace with my fingertips the contours of her lips, her eyes, her face?
In perfecting the strokes of my pencil to create just the right contour, I can remember my teacher gently instructing me on the importance of a relationship between darks and lights.
As I continued to work my way through Eating Animals, the contours of my food philosophy were taking shape: I decided that I can't ever again eat an animal raised on a factory farm.
The note of pity, the hushed tone of concern, the carefully sculpted facial expressions of anguish — I became so sick of these that, in response to strangers' questions about the contours of my family or the number of my siblings, I stopped mentioning my brother at all.
