I have this weird, almost superstitious notion that wearing lipstick is a subtle but undeniable sign of being an adult woman.
I mean, wearing it in earnest. Not just slathering it on for super dressy occasions or costume parties.
I mean wearing it on a regular basis, to work, to parties and events, maybe even to movies and grocery shopping.
Choosing shades according to complexion, time of day, outfit and occasion.
Making that perfect 'O' with your mouth, then smacking your lips to even it out. Not using your fingers to clumsily wipe away smudges and spills. Doing it with a practiced hand. Like a pro.
I have done quite a bit of growing up these past few years.
Relationship, job, household...
But lipstick, man!
That bitch still eludes me.
I mean, wearing it in earnest. Not just slathering it on for super dressy occasions or costume parties.
I mean wearing it on a regular basis, to work, to parties and events, maybe even to movies and grocery shopping.
Choosing shades according to complexion, time of day, outfit and occasion.
Making that perfect 'O' with your mouth, then smacking your lips to even it out. Not using your fingers to clumsily wipe away smudges and spills. Doing it with a practiced hand. Like a pro.
I have done quite a bit of growing up these past few years.
Relationship, job, household...
But lipstick, man!
That bitch still eludes me.
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