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Day Two Hundred and Forty-Five:  Lipstick

I bought Kate Moss lipstick today.  It wasn’t expensive, and it is the colour I wanted, and it is one of those things that transports me from being a little girl trying to make “plum” lipstick work with my gold hair mascara and jsie and the pussycat ears/boots/dreams to the somewhat put-together, smart, young lady who wears tights and conditions her hair.  Sometimes I go months without wearing make up, but I have a very good feeling about lipstick.  It is a staple that can go with anything, including a clean face.  What can I say?  I’d prefer a pop than a mountain of articial chemicals. 

I once took this magazine quiz about how the shape of your lipstick defines the kind of girl you are.  Is it sharp?  It means you are organised and strong.  Is it rounded?  It means you are flirtacious and spontaneous.  Curved?  I can’t remember, but it seems so strange to define who you are on something that is not connected to you other than softening your lips with colour.  How would lipstick know what kind of person you are?  The interesting thing about all of this too is that lipstick lasts, which means that the plum lipstick I stole from my mom when I was younger is probably still sitting in a drawer in my room somewhere and it is probably shaped the same way, but I am a very different girl now.

How about this, you shape the lipstick that you use.  Is it sharp?  It means that you probably don’t press too hard when it is applied.  Is it rounded?  You probably wipe it all over like a caveman.  Is it curved?  My point was not to define yourself by stupid obsolete objects. 

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