A Lipstick Love Affair

One of my newly purchased lip stains. I love the colour.
One of my newly purchased lip stains. I love the colour.

I can’t be the only one when I say there is an immense amount of pleasure to be derived from applying lipstick to oneself (particularly red lipstick)– the way the creamy colour spreads itself over your lips, looking startlingly bright at first and then normal as you get used to the colour. The precise application of it all - trying to get the colour into the corners of your lips, making sure the outline of the lips is clean, paying special attention to accentuate the cupid’s bow, smudging off the excess with your fingers, then finally mixing your lips together to make sure they’re evenly coated. There is a magical quality to it all, one that makes me feel at once calmed and insanely feminine.

As Holly Golightly once said in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, “A girl can’t read that sort of thing without her lipstick.” It truly transforms the mindset of a woman.

I personally own many tubes of lipstick and lip stains (another favourite of mine), creating a veritable rainbow of colour. I have everything from nude to deep burgundy to plum to pink to orange to bright red. (I am currently searching for a bright purple/fuchsia shade of matte lipstick for spring, let me know if you have any recommendations I can check out.) I was naturally blessed with larger than average lips, and I’d be a fool not to take advantage of them. I suppose that’s mostly what encouraged my lipstick obsession, but I know it was also partly due to my fondness for everything 1950s, including the iconic scarlet-lipped look of all the old silver screen sirens. I adore Marilyn Monroe’s signature red pout unlike much anything else.

Perhaps another reason for my love of lipstick is the non-commonality of it –seeing someone out and about with bright red lips (who is not attending some sort of formal event) is a novel occurrence. It’s special. Lipstick has largely gone out of style nowadays, giving way to eye makeup, particularly heavy mascara and eyeliner. When you do see lipstick, it is often nude or even a shade lighter than natural lip colour. It is rarely a dark or deep colour, or eye-catching. It is merely complimentary, but not the focus. Also when you do see someone with a distinct lip colour, they are usually either a goth, an artist of some sort, or a hipster. I however, fall under none of those categories, yet I have adopted lipstick to my own personal style, much to the shock of some people. I cannot say I have not been sneered at or mocked for donning bright red lipstick, because I have. But I never take it to heart; I know it looks good and they are simply being ignorant because I don’t look like the average teenager. So be it. I have a thick enough skin to let it slide off my back - it’s not enough to stop me from sliding the tube across my lips.

So my love of lipstick endures. There is little else I relish more than applying it, wherever or whenever. And that practiced, smooth, deliberate motion of applying lipstick – so sexy.

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