LOVE RAISED ME LIPSTICK SAVED ME might just be one the
greatest beauty adages to come out of this century. The
genius behind it is makeup artist Angelique Velez, whose shop Breakups To Makeup gives you access to
everything from makeup bags to tank tops stamped with her words of wisdom.
The brilliance of the phrase lies in the gazillion ways one
can interpret it. For me, it speaks to
my love of makeup as the ultimate form of self-acceptance.
While fashion has a very special place in my heart, makeup
is my great love. Makeup is universally
accessible. As someone who has struggled
with weight for the greater part of my life, I learned at a young age that makeup
would never tell me I was too big to wear it.
As a teenager, trying on the shades of lipstick in my local Sephora didn’t
cause the anxious feelings in the pit of my stomach that inevitably came with
dressing rooms. The trendiest nail
colors were always within my reach; I didn’t have to buy one only to hang it on
my wall in the weeks leading up to Spring Break but never have the guts to wear
it in public, because there is no such thing as a “goal polish.” And if
I did gain or lose weight (as yo-yo dieters do) I wouldn’t have to resign my
favorite eye shadow to a “skinny” or “fat” pile. My beauty products were there to
offer a means to look my best. Makeup allowed
me to highlight what I liked about myself without focusing on the parts I wasn’t
so happy with.
And when I was in law school, going to special lectures just
to get the free crackers and cheese they served after, I could only dream of the
expensive clothes I stared endlessly at on my laptop during class. But no matter what my bank account looked
like, I could always manage to budget in a new lipstick or smudge-proof
eyeliner from the CVS next to my apartment.
And when I brought home a brand new lipstick or opened a fresh pot of
lip balm, I felt happy. I could indulge
in the rush of shopping without feeling guilty.
No matter my life circumstances, whatever my self-consciousness is grappling with, it will always be the lipstick that saves me
in the end.
So the real question
is: Which LOVE RAISED ME LIPSTICK SAVED ME accessory did I buy? I have a slight
obsession with iPhone cases (as you’ll quickly learn as I write more posts) and
so I’m waiting for it to come back in stock.
In the meantime, I’ve got a clutch in my cart and am dangerously close
to clicking checkout.
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