Duck lips galore, people!

It was a lot, but I needed it that day.

It's a thick, dark, gorgeous, showstopping combination.

Is saying “darling, I paid for these” the small price we pay for being the gutsy ones? Or is the sacrifice spent on a smidgeon of frank forgery all too baldly apparent, as when my bobbypinning went batty and separated my Simpson from my Stephie?

"Look at that lip", the Sephora lady said to me. Ooh, the validation.