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was my drug.I would drive home and pass the mall and make a quick swerve into Macy’s to pick up a new shade of lip gloss or lipstick. It was a high. I would hurry up and get in my car to apply it. I wasn’t particular about brand or price. It was fun to try new formulas and colors and see if I picked something that looked good.Pretty lipsticks also bring back happy memories of some of my first purchases when I was a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue in NYC. At the time, MAC was a new brand (yes, that was a long time ago) and it was a hot trend! It was one of the higher-end brands that were cool and more affordable. And by that, I mean it was cooler than an Estee Lauder, and less expensive than Chanel. The packaging was hip, and the colors were fun. Sequin was my go-to color, and I treasured my tube.Perhaps, this was the start of my addiction.To tell you I had a lot of lipsticks and lip glosses would be an understatement. But I felt incredible. How much did I spend? I have no idea because it didn’t matter to me. I had so much fun playing with them. A new toy! I would get in the car and open the tube right away. It was exciting! My lipsticks were shiny, colorful, had pretty packaging, and were functional. How could you not love all that value?Then one day, all of a sudden, I stopped. In hindsight, I think I realized I had plenty of lipstick and some of the pain was passing. My common sense took over. I have always felt lucky I wasn’t born with the addictive gene, which I do believe exists.So, when it was over it was over.Now, if you were one of my friends or my sister, you would say I was lying

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to myself. I have more lip glosses and lipsticks than anyone I know.I just took a tour around my house and counted five in my car, three on my desk, twenty-three along my bathroom counter, five in my makeup bag, eight in my purse cosmetic case and I cannot even count that high for how many in my bathroom closet. Probably missing a few as well here and there. Oh yeah, the kitchen counter has three tubes.Do you think I still have an issue? Am I in denial?Or is it that they last so they tend to collect and add up?You can try to shame me, but I am not ashamed. I love them all. When quarantine started, I even threw out some old ones. Yes, I did. I had to make an official appointment to do it as I could have easily procrastinated on that task.When the appointment arrived, I took a deep breath and tossed some empty tubes that I was saving thinking the lip gloss fairy would magically refill them. In my opinion, that counts as editing and the task was crossed off my list.So, what do I do now? It’s a habit to put on lip gloss or lipstick before being seen in public. It’s natural and now I have to catch myself. Sometimes I miss and oops! it’s all over the mask and it’s wasted.I don’t feel the same about headbands and hair barrettes.Head bands and hair barrettes don’t speak to me.I want to wear my pretty lipsticks! Do I sound like a spoiled five-year-old? I would agree with you. And I feel guilty for feeling this way knowing this is so trivial.Maybe I should put my lipstick on, go watch the nightly news, and get over myself.</article></body>

Lipstick Is My Savior And It’s In Hiding

Help me! I put my lipstick on again

I did it again! I put on lip gloss to go into a store and then realized I needed a mask. UGH! Anyone with me?

I hate to complain and I may seem dramatic. I know there is an excellent reason for the masks. I also have a newfound appreciation for anyone that has to wear one daily for their job. Who knew it was uncomfortable and awkward? Let alone, it is making my face break out, which is not fun.

Again, sorry for the vanity.

There are some theories that lipstick sales go up during wars and recessions. Women still wanting a piece of luxury to help them feel better. I believe it, not a surprise to me at all.

When I was a buyer in the corporate world, I was struggling with office politics, a bad relationship, and my brother who, I was very close to, suddenly died. Whew, it was a lot.

The anxiety all of this caused made my skin crawl and I wasn’t eating. If you have ever had extreme anxiety, you may know how your skin feels. At my annual OBGYN appointment, my doctor saw that I was a mess and put me on antidepressants. I reluctantly took them for a week. I knew I wasn’t depressed enough to need that kind of medicine; I had another idea for self-medicating.

Buying a lipstick every other day was my drug.

I would drive home and pass the mall and make a quick swerve into Macy’s to pick up a new shade of lip gloss or lipstick. It was a high. I would hurry up and get in my car to apply it. I wasn’t particular about brand or price. It was fun to try new formulas and colors and see if I picked something that looked good.

Pretty lipsticks also bring back happy memories of some of my first purchases when I was a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue in NYC. At the time, MAC was a new brand (yes, that was a long time ago) and it was a hot trend! It was one of the higher-end brands that were cool and more affordable. And by that, I mean it was cooler than an Estee Lauder, and less expensive than Chanel. The packaging was hip, and the colors were fun. Sequin was my go-to color, and I treasured my tube.

Perhaps, this was the start of my addiction.

To tell you I had a lot of lipsticks and lip glosses would be an understatement. But I felt incredible. How much did I spend? I have no idea because it didn’t matter to me. I had so much fun playing with them. A new toy! I would get in the car and open the tube right away. It was exciting! My lipsticks were shiny, colorful, had pretty packaging, and were functional. How could you not love all that value?

Then one day, all of a sudden, I stopped. In hindsight, I think I realized I had plenty of lipstick and some of the pain was passing. My common sense took over. I have always felt lucky I wasn’t born with the addictive gene, which I do believe exists.

So, when it was over it was over.

Now, if you were one of my friends or my sister, you would say I was lying to myself. I have more lip glosses and lipsticks than anyone I know.

I just took a tour around my house and counted five in my car, three on my desk, twenty-three along my bathroom counter, five in my makeup bag, eight in my purse cosmetic case and I cannot even count that high for how many in my bathroom closet. Probably missing a few as well here and there. Oh yeah, the kitchen counter has three tubes.

Do you think I still have an issue? Am I in denial?

Or is it that they last so they tend to collect and add up?

You can try to shame me, but I am not ashamed. I love them all. When quarantine started, I even threw out some old ones. Yes, I did. I had to make an official appointment to do it as I could have easily procrastinated on that task.

When the appointment arrived, I took a deep breath and tossed some empty tubes that I was saving thinking the lip gloss fairy would magically refill them. In my opinion, that counts as editing and the task was crossed off my list.

So, what do I do now? It’s a habit to put on lip gloss or lipstick before being seen in public. It’s natural and now I have to catch myself. Sometimes I miss and oops! it’s all over the mask and it’s wasted.

I don’t feel the same about headbands and hair barrettes.

Head bands and hair barrettes don’t speak to me.

I want to wear my pretty lipsticks! Do I sound like a spoiled five-year-old? I would agree with you. And I feel guilty for feeling this way knowing this is so trivial.

Maybe I should put my lipstick on, go watch the nightly news, and get over myself.