I chose against the photo where I was smiling, because I felt this was more "don't mess with me and my lipstick."

I’ve never been one of those girly-girls. As a kid, I was the only girl on my little league team, and as an adult, although I do wear dresses and skirts almost everyday, I tend to do it in more of a playful tomboy way, than that of a sophisticated woman. I still, and will always be, a tomboy at heart.

But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve started exploring my feminine side a bit more. I’ve started wearing heels as opposed to my beat-up old Chucks, and I’ve even dabbled in using make-up. A couple years ago I bought my first tube of lipstick. It was “Saint Red” by Lipstick Queen, the line that Vogue‘s Poppy King started. I decided from then on I would always wear this lipstick, because I loved the color – not too bold, but not too subtle – and personally, I thought it looked great. I wore it for about a month while I was abroad, and when I returned, with one word from a particular fella I was hanging around at the time, I stopped wearing it. He always said I looked ridiculous in heels and lipstick. So I went back to my gloss; my clear boring gloss.

Right before I left for Paris, I decided that I didn’t care what anyone thought or said, I was going to get myself some red lipstick, and I was going to wear it every single fucking day. Even if I was just running errands, I was going to wear it; and if I were the type who went to the gym, I’d wear it there, too.

Honestly, I love lipstick. It’s makes the tomboy in me feel pretty and confident. So I marched myself to a Chanel counter and tried on a couple shades of red. And you know when you have a moment in your life when you realize something has been missing and all of a sudden it’s finally there? That’s exactly how I felt when “La Fascinante” from Chanel’s Rouge Allure Velvet line was put on my lips. It’s dramatic, goes well with my dark hair and blue eyes and, in my humble opinion, stunning. It does translate to “the fascinating one,” and how can you not love a name like that?

So here I am sitting on the terrace donning my red lipstick and am being all proud that I’ve finally come this far in my life to wear such a color. Sure, it will result in red lipstick stains on glasses and upkeep throughout the day, but considering how sexy it makes me feel, I’ll never go anywhere without it again. And if some fella doesn’t like it, then he can fuck off. Conforming for a man is a mistake I’ll never make again.