I’m halfway through a therapy session when I have a sudden thought. I really want a T-shirt emblazoned with the words “I do what I want.” I want it so badly ... In my head they are code words for “Fuck you...."
From Cleopatra to today...
I am awkward and confident. I am quiet and outspoken. I wish to be invisible but yearn to be seen. Lipstick is a flirt.
My journey with lipstick and life always complemented one another... .finding my perfect shade has been in some way transcendent to me finding myself, and becoming the woman I am today.
I’m thinking about wearing lipstick today.
Red lipstick is something that never, ever occurred to me. Red lipstick was something worn by models. Women with power. Harlots. But never fat girls in a Chicago Nordstroms staring down a mirror at Chanel.