You guys may know me for long rants on organization and easy recipes, but I haven’t talked a lot about my other love here: makeup 👄
I have loved makeup for as long as I can remember. For a long, long time, I was only allowed to wear neutral eyeshadow, clear (CLEAR!) mascara, and blush. As an adult, I totally get the why of these rules, but that doesn’t mean the preteen me liked it. I remember applying multiple layers of a champagne-colored eyeshadow from lashline to browbone, coating on that clear mascara, and heading off to a high school football game (I was probably 14).
Don’t worry, my makeup skills have improved over the years. But I am still just as obsessed. I’m not the woman that needs a full face to hit the gym or the grocery store, but you best believe I take a good hour to get glam before an event (or a random date night, if I’ve got the time).
Makeup has always been more than just fun for me, though. I’ve had acne since I was nine. I literally don’t remember what it’s like to have clear skin, and it’s possible that I’ll never have that experience. In the past five years or so, a bold lip or fake lashes (or both if you’re lucky 😍) have been a way to take control of my face. I don’t think that either of these accessories totally hide the acne — I know that they don’t — but manipulating my face in a way that I can totally control makes me feel confident about my looks in a new way.
Almost six months ago, Grant was diagnosed with new allergies to several really common cosmetic chemicals. Like really common. His dermatologist supplied us with a PDF of “safe” products, and you know what wasn’t on there? A single lipstick that I owned.
I am not proud to tell you that I cried. My poor husband was physically suffering, and I was crying over vanity. (In fact, I’m writing this in public and just had to take a bathroom break to pull myself together.) In the months leading up to this diagnosis, I’d been using Lipsense (I’m sure a FB friend or two of yours sells this permanent lipstick), including on our wedding day. It’s a two-step application, including a gloss. The SECOND ingredient of the gloss, which I had been wearing daily, is one of G’s new allergens. His poor lips had been splitting on a regular basis after being exposed to my stupid, vain lipgloss.
I also had to replace hair and body products, but nothing hit me quite as hard as my lipstick collection. I took the PDF of safe products to Ulta, and they didn’t carry a single thing that was safe for me to use.
I cried in an Ulta. I was a mess.
After a lot of tears and some journaling, I came to those realizations I outlined above. The why of my emotional reaction changed everything. Yes, lipstick is superficial, but it’s also really important to me.
So, after all of that, my mom and I went to Sephora, where I found my NEW holy grail lipstick.
Bite Beauty Amuse Bouche. It’s creamy, moisturizing, long-wear if you blot it well enough, heavily pigmented, AND the colors are named after foods. PERFECT. The formula is made of edible oils, and the ingredients are a lot cleaner than the average lip color. AND, it’s safe for my boo, which is the real end-all, be-all qualification. (I wouldn’t call this formula kiss-proof, but it’s definitely quick-peck-proof, as long as you blot first.)
Honorable mention: Bobby Brown Art Stick. Also really good, but not as wide of a color range, and not quite as creamy.
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