The mask fit loose against the side of her face when she was a child. The mask was too long. Her face filled it halfway. It wasn’t until she was in high school that the mask began fitting properly. It was a full mask.
When she grew into it, daily tasks seemed manageable. She wore it all the time when she grew into it.
Later, the mask began to show wear. Spots that showed the face underneath began to form, much to her apprehension. Soon, the string didn’t tie up properly any more and it wasn’t much of a disguise.
When the mask finally broke she was too old to wear her first mask—her face.