My Lipstick Story
I only started wearing and exploring lipsticks about a year and a half ago, when I was employed by a company in the health and beauty industry.
When I say lipstick, I meant, those in-your-face ones that don’t get people confused if it’s really lipstick or just a tinted lip balm.
I remember that two of the first lipsticks I bought were Ever Bilena’s matte lipsticks, Mirrored Mocha and Mauvey. Both are MLBB-type lipsticks and I only wore them during management meetings where everyone else looked professionally dolled up.
My lipstick adventure progressed when one time, while preparing for a presentation, one of my project team members told me, ‘Rae! Naglipstick ka pa, di naman halata!’ She then handed me an opaque red L’Oreal Color Riche lipstick. Too bad I can’t remember the shade so I could give credit to the lipstick that changed my makeup-wearing life.
At that time, since I’m not really a lipstick wearer, red was too much of a color for me. Also, I used to have an unfounded belief that red lipstick won’t ever work on me even if I haven’t tried it yet.
BUT. I was on a “challenge accepted!”-mode so I braved swiping the bullet on my lips. When I held the mirror to check my face, I was surprised that I looked good in it.
That gave rise to me being known at work as someone who loves strong-colored lip color. Now, it’s like the safe-color-lipstick-wearing Rae never existed.
I’m not proud to admit that the reason why I didn’t wear lipstick before wasn’t just because of practical reasons. Partly, it was. But mostly, it’s because I didn’t think my lips were suited for color.
Most lipstick swatches are on lips that are plump and luscious. The upper lip always has a sharp and defined bow. My lips are far from plump and luscious, and my upper lip is only slightly dented. I assumed that my lips are just not meant for lipstick. I know, my logic-formulation skills can be unreliable sometimes.
Seeing that red lipstick on me somehow reinforced my self-love.
Swiping my first ever red lipstick was like broadening my horizon. I felt like I was able to do something that I initially thought I can’t or won’t ever do.
It was not that the lipstick was the source of my confidence. It was realizing that there’s enough confidence in me to be able handle walking around with red lipstick on and not be bothered by people who believe that only fair-skinned girls should wear red lipstick — or not to care when people say in a somewhat teasing way, “Ikaw na ang naka-red lipstick!!!”.
Wearing red is very gutsy. Maybe, if I had the guts to wear such attention-grabbing color, I might just have the guts to do everything else I thought I can’t do.
P.S. I was inspired to write this post because of a youtube video by Chescalocs. I can relate to her story so much that I got somewhat teary-eyed.
P.P.S. The lipstick I’m wearing in the photo is MAC Ruby Woo.
P.P.P.S. I didn’t mean just red lipstick, it could be any other bold color, or makeup item, or literally anything we don’t attempt to try just because of an opinion we have of ourselves. We are our own prison. Let’s free ourselves.