Lips & Lingo

Style is quite a figurative word, it's subjective, undefined,never literal because comprehension of such a concept is so far from tangible that the likes of urban dictionary can't even pin point it( insert gasp). In the tainted lenses of my eyes I "see" style as a provocative, definitive, act of confidence. Your personal esteem is what signifies your style choice and comfort level.Yet, like any human being our confidence can be temporarily void when society encourages the pushing of our theoretical boundaries.

Steve Madden jackte, Nike wedege sneakers, UCLA jersey from my padre

We are in constant desire for challenge whether based on need or the security in the further advancement of this want to prove the stable foundation our backbone has inhibited. In reality, in this day and age, can't the primitive addition of a red stain streak across our lips incite a similar challenge? In fact, I was posed with this question a mere 3 weeks ago upon deciding on the literal existence of this trend on a particular Thursday morning. My confidence and instinct had once again superseded my conscious as I prepared the preceding night with the likes of an outfit that proved vastly inappropriate to the figurative uniformity of school wear, yet demeaning to my own self standards. At which point I had reached a relative level of annoyance with the inhabitants of my closet and decisively chose to look no further in the current of accouterments. 

When suddenly(cliche, I know), a light bulb flickered in my head of vast similarity of those of the dim light of my kitchen, it sorta occurred to me of my ownership of a certain dollar store worthy 3+ year old lipstick tube residing in the depths of my nail polish drawer ( don't ask). Of which I obviously trialed and emotionally readied to flaunt the following morning at the runway that is my sub-sub-sub-urban high school. The following morning I prepared to leave the house lip fancy and all when my mother approached me on my way out with her first recoignition of the uniquely flesshy visage of my lips. To say the the least her reception was unkindly and made obvious threat to my confidence  as I strategically placed paper towl in my backapack in even further preparation to the demise of my ssemingly beloved shock of red.

Crushed was one thing but embarrassment seemed to be an emotion uneasy to stylize and channel into further pursuit of desire to express. But I carry(d) ooooon ( Fun.) and to my surprise my mother the,copy cat,was found to be sporting a similar look the following day(s)/month(s) seemingly in awe of the supernatural power the lipstick obtained. It was kind of unreal to say the least that I was, dare I say, impressionable.

An exciting venture I had not yet had the advantage of becoming acquainted with and of which made my heart flutter with the convenience of the rights of my own self-invigoration that my style had both incited and curated annually. Could the inner beauty promoted by the timeless eloquence of Cover Girls and Estee Lauderettes was a truth I had yet to discover be a reality, or was I just literally too hot to handle in retrospect.

I also feel like this outfit would be appropriate if I was to somehow land my own VH1 reality show as a very real basketball wife...someone make that happen.

IDK #innerbeastorbeauty