Nobody Loves Trump Enough to Tell Him His Makeup Looks Ridiculous

He looks like a melting creamsicle, yet those around Trump nod along like it's normal. It’s not.

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Donald Trump’s face is an international mystery — equal parts Tang, withered leather and industrial-strength concealer. It’s always been cringeworthy, but it seems to be getting worse the longer he’s in the public eye.

This signature orange glow, framed by ghostly white eye sockets and an erratic blond combover, isn’t only a bad makeup job. It’s a political performance piece — a walking, talking, screeching monument to insecurity.

But this isn’t just about a guy with a bizarre makeup addiction. This is about why the most powerful man in the world insists on looking like a Dorito dipped in Crisco — and why it seems like nobody around Trump loves him enough to tell him how ridiculous he looks.

The Makeup Itself: A Bronx Tale

Let’s start with the gear. According to multiple insiders, including The Washington Post and Axios, Trump’s go-to concealer is Bronx Colors’ “Boosting Hydrating Concealer” in the shade BHC06 “Orange” — yes, orange.

The Swiss-based brand even confirmed a bulk shipment was once sent to Trump Tower. You can’t make this up — although he clearly can.

Former Trump aide Omarosa Manigault Newman dished in her tell-all book that he would apply the makeup himself, “like a man painting a fence he didn’t really want to paint.” She said staff often tried to dim the lights or adjust the camera filters just to soften the “glow.”

Even more revealing, New York Times reporter Maggie Haberman wrote that Trump’s face was such a constant topic of internal mockery that staff coined their own shade: “Cheeto Dust.”

But, again, no one ever dared to say it out loud.

It’s Not Makeup — It’s Armor

This all leads to the next question: Why the obsession?