April 8, 2020
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I sure as hell do. I was 12-years-old, on holiday in Scotland, and a Selfridges spin-off store only. I fell hard in love with a silver lipstick, one I’d seen Gwen Stefani wear at the Tragic Kingdom days, and had to have it. My mum refused to let me access it (I don’t blame her — who wants their 12-year-old wearing silver lipstick?) , but my aunt purchased it for me, giving me the best look and did me a solid.

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Fast forward twenty years and endless shades of lipstick afterwards, And I’m partnering with my brand Smashbox Cosmetics full exposure Cosmetics, joining the #SmashboxSquad — a diverse group of women of all ethnicities who share a love for, shades and shapes. And because refining my appearance with their killer goods, I have started reflecting on my connection. All of us ladies have one, every one unique, and every 1 reflective of our personality and self-identity at various times in our lives. Mine started way back in that boutique in Scotland twenty five decades back, and although my tastes have since evolved from the silver lipstick days (still love those albums though!) , it has been a long road to get here…


After I was 12…


My first foray to make-up was an interesting one. As a 12-year-old from the’90s, I was way into grunge and alternative music, and much to the chagrin of my parents I’m sure, loved dark cosmetics (unfortunately I had no idea how to use said cosmetics ). With heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner and that affinity for lipstick, I made one helluva announcement, and it’s safe to say no photos exist from this period due to this of me.


My relationship with cosmetics shifted. In high school and A small fish in a huge pond was not about making a statement, but about covering up — hiding those imperfections which come along with puberty and not actually understanding who you are. I refused to leave the house without mascara or a powdered face, and my make-up bag was spilling over with goods and samples that I spent all of my minimum-wage money on. I climbed to really have a connection with make-up from the feeling which I loved having it to hide my insecurities, but hated having to depend on it. I also had braces in the time, therefore liiiike…. Things were demanding.


When I was 21…


Make-up became part of a ritual. Each Saturday and Friday, I crammed into a tiny bathroom gossiping, playing through computer speakers and carrying a fantastic hour to place on our make-up’d gather together with my girlfriends at somebody’s location before going to the pub and do our hair. We applied lashes, experimented with bronzers and highlighters, and taught each other how to do a smoky eye. It was a distinctive bonding experience that is female, and one that I genuinely miss — a few of my memories come from these nights spent talking shit and getting glammed up.


My eyebrows were found by me. That’s right. Until that Stage, my blonde eyebrows were non-existent in only a couple of blue stripes with nothing between them, photos and my hairline. I tried a sample of my head and a eyebrow pencil took on a completely new look. My newfound brows made my eyes pop and framed my head. This was a defining point in my life and I often wonder what the hell I had been thinking B.B. (earlier brows).


And now that I am 32…


Make-up has become a part of my individuality, but in a totally Different way compared to my teens and twenties — now I use it for me, not for anyone else. It’s less about feeling like I NEED to put on it, and more about simply Wanting to. I really go for quality over quantity, investing in signature items such as Base and mascara to produce the base having any fun with Lipsticks and shadows depending on my mood. Rather than using make-up as a Means to hide myself, I use it as a way to amplify the things I have developed to Adore from my eyes into my porcelain skin about myself. I am at an age where I already feel confident so a swipe of lipstick that is daring makes Me feel much more badass… perhaps just not a swipe of silver anymore.