Lipstick!

This may sound shallow to some, but not to me. I was fascinated by this tiny stick of color right from my young age. I was in fourth or fifth grade when I first put it on my lips. It was a school dance and had to stand in a long line of eager girls to get to the make up guy. After he dabbed the what looked like a paint brush on my lips, I knew I was pretty without even looking in the mirror. I kept my head high as I left the room full of ‘average looking’ girls. And then I got to see it in the movies, pretty women taking this shiny stick out from their expensive purses. More than what it does I was fascinated to see how the attitude was highlighted when they put it on.  It was like a weapon with some invisible power  given to the soul.

 The first time I went out in public with lipstick on was when I was 26. Shocking yeah!  Brought up that way.  I didn’t have a clue about picking the right color. My first lipstick was  brick red, then it was blood red, I even had a purple and a  lightest of shiny brown shade.

Many people have told me that lipstick doesn’t suit me and that I shouldn’t use it. I even embarrassed my sisters once when I used a color that made my lips look  “like they are burnt.”  

What is truth? What I see in the mirror or what others tell me what they see?

 It is funny how our mind works.

It is easier as long as it is just one mind that we listen to.