Lip Glosses

My mom would always do her makeup every single day. I can still see her favorite lip gloss — a deep purple that smelled of raspberries. That’s my very first memory of makeup. It was hers, not mine, and it planted the seed of fascination in me.

The big surprise? I don’t even wear makeup. For years I tried, but my skin always reacted. Still, my love for the concept of beauty never left. One Christmas, my mom gave me a makeup kit that looked so professional — it opened with lights like a studio case. I’ll never forget sitting there, laughing with her, as I did her makeup instead.

As I grew up, my dreams of “what I’ll be when I grow up” changed every year. My mom would just smile and say, “The sky’s the limit.” She never set boundaries for me, and that freedom became the foundation of who I am today.

So here I am, Mom. I think I finally found what I want to do. These glosses aren’t just about beauty — they’re about you, about us, about the stories and teachings we carry forward.