Last Monday, I decided to do something bold.
HEAR ME ROAR."
(A retroactive apology to all the homies who follow me on Snapchat.
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I’m sure this got pretty old.)
I took so many selfies to document my experiment.
I really enjoy eating, which usually isn’t an issue.
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My lipstick got all over my silverwareand subsequently my faceand I became an adorable black lipstick-covered mess.
I also got a lot of practice removing the lipstick.
After hours of talking the lipstick would wear off, forming a kind of tie-dye effect.
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The other major challenge I faced was tailoring my wardrobe to my daring lipstick.
That didn’t really fly with the black lips.
I put my neutral-filled closet to good use and let my lips do the talking.
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Throughout the week, I wore denims, blacks, and browns whenever possible.
My style fluctuated somewhere between “witchy boho queen” and “edgy ’90s girl.”
But by Friday, I totally gave up and succumbed to my flannel-wearing ways.
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When it came down to it, nobody cared about my black lipstick.
Most people didn’t even notice.
I even inspired a few of my co-workers to test out some dark lipstick of their own.
Wonderful, but kind of disappointing for the purposes of this social experiment.
Here’s the thing: I live in New York City.
No one is fazed by a girl wearing black lipstick.
That’s probably one of the most tame things they’ll see all day.
My so-called bold choice was accepted with open armsor at least apathyand my Tinder date was no exception.
But this experiment taught me that people don’t careif anything, they’re supportive.
So if you’re feeling like vamping it up with a dark lip, go for it.
