If I were a lipstick...

Lipstick Diaries

Being a lipstick is tough job , that's what my mom always said! But my life has been a complete contrast- A dreary wait!  I feel I have been waiting since eternity for a potential customer to come and pick me-  to be under the possession of a good owner is what translates as 'success' for us.
Though,I am glad that I haven't been put up on the shelf as a tester- they have the most terrible lives. Everyday dozens of customers pour in and use them so savagely! They have absolutely no hopes of finding a good home.
My biggest fear is going into a home with little girls. I have had loads of sleepless nights dwelling over this thought of being brutally murdered at the hands of a little girl who 'thinks' she looks pretty with her lipstick on.

 As days pass by, my hopes of finding a suitable home have started to wane. I see depression looming its ugly head over me. Reality strikes me -I may never find a home!

I am playing the blame game now. I am blaming the sales lady  handling us for not being efficient in her job.Maybe if she was more cheerful and welcoming we would attract more customers. Or could it be that in the phase of 'pure mattes', others don't stand a chance. Certainly, it cant be that. We, semi mattes have equal potential, or even better. That's how I keep convincing my self that my big day is yet to come.
  
Today is the day. My big moment. A lovely lady with no kids at all takes me home. I feel so exhilarated at my new found freedom. I can travel the world. I am intensely hopeful that my mistress will carry me in her purse wherever she goes, and not keep me as an 'add-on' to her collection on her dressing  table.  I am already starting to have an inferiority complex being placed alongside with the 'ruby woo'.
Oh well ! I can't be starting my new journey with so much negativity. Staying around humans has its own cons- you begin to think like them.

3 weeks have passed since I have been bought, and I am still enjoying my time in her purse , carried everywhere she goes. Pure bliss ! 

My mistress and I share a sweet bond,  a give and take relationship. I enhance her beauty and she takes good care of me, protecting me from heat and vicious strokes.

My life has a meaning. I feel so much at ease now.

*From the life of 'Abudhabi',  (NYX semi matte)*