Moment in front of a Mirror

My Grandma Rosa and I were in my sister's room (that's where guests stayed) sitting in front of a mirror going through her makeup. She was telling me she didn't have very much makeup, which was true. There was a kind of beeswax concealer from a long time ago that wasn't her color anymore but she just wanted something to cover her spots. Then she started telling me about the broken blood vessels visible through her skin, she wanted them covered as well.
She looked at herself more closely. She began telling me how one side of her lips was thinner than the other, how one of her eyes is lower than the other, and how she thought half her face was lopsided.
Not quite knowing what to do I just nodded along, not in agreement though. After she paused for a moment, I said to her, "You're beautiful, you know." She laughed and was surprised.
"I am?"
I nodded again, "Yeah."
She laughed more and hugged me.