Lipstick Answers

well basically every single day before i go to sleep i have to put make-up on or when i have a bath/shower i need to put make-up after it or i wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. Then in the morning i take it all off & apply it again. I have to put foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner/liquid eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, blush etc.
i told my friend because my sister was like what is wrong with you i;ve noticed that you put make-up on before you go to sleep…your supposed to take it off..
and then i clicked to it…my mates said that its weird but i dont feel that..
what do you think?

color of lipstick, foundation, eyeshadow, & blush. I’m making a tiffany doll & I need to know exacts!!!!(doesn’t have to be exact, but looks verrrrry close to the real thing!!!)

I’m not really a lipgloss or lipstick person. It just sticks to my hair, & gets in the way, & really pisses me off. Its beautiful, but I dont have the patience to use it. Thats mainly the gloss. But when I’ve tried lipstick, its made the space between my lip & my nose really sweaty. Which is slightly gross, very annoying, & if I try to casually wipe it with the back of my hand, I get a giant pink smudge on it, & my lipstick is then uneven. Yayy…. So, you see why I’m not a fan of the lip products.
Now, even so, I love having colorful lips, so for the past year I’ve been lightly thinking about trying a lip stain. Since I couldnt find the bourjois lip marker, I’ve been thinking benetint. Havent had the chance to try it yet.
Now, I’m unexperienced when it comes to the tint. So, questions:
Does it smudge when you lightly swipe at it?
Does it stick to hair?
Is it similar to lipstick? Or is it more of the effect you get after sucking on a red popsicle? (a nice shade that seems to become temporarily a part of your lips)
Are there any positives/negatives I should know about?
Thankyou so much,
x Caroline

I know it’s amateur, & I have no plans of trying to publish it, but should I continue writing it?
The last thing I could remember was the intensely light sensation of falling; wind blew up toward the sky with my hair as one, as my eyes looked up to the clouds & the sun for the last glimpse of light that would ever reach my lifetime. I knew I was about to die, & I wasn’t concerned about pain, I was only worried about what would happen after the next few seconds were over. I didn’t feel the impact, I didn’t feel an ounce of pain, all I could feel was a calm sense of euphoria, as the end of my life was a more peaceful experience than I had expected.
I didn’t exactly black out; It was a little bit more complicated. I felt like sunshine in a way, light, calm, not quite excited, not exactly scared, but numb with pleasure. I was dying nearly happily. Something I didn’t expect.
I woke up in bed. It was not a familiar bed & the sheets crinkled with every twitch of my surprisingly un-sore body. Light emanated through a large window with a spectacular view of a sunrise; streaks of pink-tinted golden light danced on pale white walls. Elegant lighting gave the room an sense of timeless beauty, & pale blue carpet looked soft & welcoming. I was the room’s only tenant & there were no other beds, so under the strange circumstances, I was glad to have my own room.
Reality struck me in the face with a harsh blow as I remember what had happened. I was on the fourth floor of the school; in the rooftop garden. I had been studying plants in AP biology & had left my notebook. I went back up to get it, & I walked to the edge of the roof (if you look around a large building, you can see the ocean), & fell from leaning too far over the edge, down 4 stories, & into the hard ground. At least my last moments were to see the ocean.
The door of the room opened & a kind-looking woman walked in wearing a clean, pressed, white outfit, made for a nurse. She had a deep tan, with auburn hair pulled into a tight ponytail, then the loose hair waved about 1/3 ways down her back. She had deep chocolate- brown eyes & perfect, ultra white teeth under full, deep red-lipstick-stained lips. She approached me with a clipboard under her arm, & a welcoming look in her eyes.
“Hello Indigo, my name is Martha.” She said. “I know that this is confusing, but you need to relax, okay Hon?” I nodded. I attempted to ask her “What is going on?” but my voice wouldn’t emit any sound. I mouthed the words as tears swelled up in my eyes- a clear case of panic- & the salty tears rolled down my cheeks, & over my soundless mouth.
“Sssssshhhhh, honey, ssshhhhh.” Martha set the clipboard down with well-manicured fingernails & embraced me. I didn’t know this woman, but her touch felt oddly familiar. I didn’t know this woman, I didn’t understand what was going on, & all that I could do was cry. I don’t know for how long, but I just sat there in this stranger’s- Martha’s- arms.
When my eyes were swollen & held no more tears, I looked at Martha. She was still just as calm as she had when she walked in. She looked back down with a sympathetic look in her eyes & spoke.
“Listen, before you get too overwhelmed, let me tell you that your voice will come back, & everything will be just fine. You are in a, well, sort of a hospital. We call it a recovery center.” I looked at her with what felt like a confused expression.
“Don’t be alarmed, please don’t be scared, but your dead. ” I didn’t know I could cry anymore, but I did. And she continued.
“I suppose this is a sort of heaven, & I will get into more detail about that when you feel better. It is run like any place that was on earth. It isn’t exactly like earth, but is is very similar. Time continues, we have a sky, but there is no war. There is no hunger. There is little turmoil that creates serious danger. You will see your family & friends again one day, but not very soon. You will learn to understand, I promise.”
I couldn’t very well process the situation, & I suppose I went into a state of shock. For the next few days, I ate when I was given food, I watched when they turned on strange, new looking movies with actors that should be dead, but were alive & young again. I saw Meralyn Monroe, James Dean, Humphrey Bogart, all acting even better than they had before. The nurse- Martha- was extremely kind; bringing the food, changing the channels, showing me to a shower & clean clothes. But I wasn’t really there. Or that’s at least how I felt. Numb.
After about a week under Martha’s care, I began to get my voice back. It was small, & I didn’t want to talk, so I didn’t let anyone know. Martha would sit next to me in the day & just talk. I didn’t want to be alone & she somehow knew it. She would ask me simple yes or no questions, to which I would nod or shake my head. She wouldn’t tell me abut where we are, or what was going on, I suppose it wa

This is my beginning of my story. It’s not my real name it is all fictional but any tips or comments would be appreciated Thanks all!
Adrenaline races through my body as the blade neatly slices through my light coffee colored skin, blood rushing to the scene of my committed crime. This hasn’t been the first time I’ve committed this offense, I can’t remember the first time I did it. The only thing I remember is how relaxed it made me feel as I watched my very own blood trickle down my arm, creating a sensation that nobody but us, self injurers would ever understand. After two more cuts, I stop for a moment admiring my artwork or my “real” tattoos as I call them. A few silent moments have now passed & the blood has subsided. I feel so much better now, like a strong release of emotions have been set free my body.
Metaphorically, my body is a prison. Emotions & I are the prisoners trapped within my body, I being punished for a crime that I did not commit. Nor do I even know what it is. My emotions have just been released from this body, the only way that I knew how.
After I wash the blade & put it away I silently pull my black colored long-sleeved arms down. Letting them hide my shameful secret, a secret that only I, Amber Loraine Dawson am supposed to know. After doing so, I unlock my bathroom door & slip back into the real world.
As I walk into the kitchen I notice that the whole family has sat down to breakfast. Melanie, my little sister is carefully spreading peanut butter on her toast, making sure to get every inch covered without getting her fingers messy. Dad is sitting quietly reading the newspaper & drinking his coffee. He is wearing his suit & tie that was just washed & ironed yesterday. Today he’s going to court to defend his clients. This is his job as a lawyer, trying to stand up for people thought to have committed crimes, so that day by day there will be one or two fewer criminals to be served a lengthy sentence. And mom is painting an easel. Blue skies, Green grass… yadda, yadda, yadda, a perfect world. Looking at my family for a moment it seems like the three of them would make a perfect family. The second I walk in, the perfect family is gone & chaos takes over.
“Amber go change into something different.” Mom says to me “I will not let you go to school dressed like that” I stop pouring my juice & look up at my mom. My brown eyes looking her straight in the eyes “Like what?” I dare, testing to see how far she will let me go before giving me a well deserved smack across the face. I know very well what she means. The black eye liner, the dark plum colored lipstick, the dark clothes & the black nail polish that I so neatly applied to my fingernails. “Amber you are dressed like a goth. Your mother & I will not accept that. We don’t like that look on anyone, especially our sixteen year old child.” My dad tries reason. Well mom & dad welcome to the real world it isn’t all sunshine & roses anymore I want to scream. I refuse to let my parents win this one. Without even bothering to put the cap back on the juice or put it away, I grab my schoolbooks off of the table, put on my Chuck Taylor Converse shoes & walk out the door making sure it slams loudly behind me. This is my reply to my parent’s response. You don’t have to accept it, I think to myself, nobody does.

I’m a brunette with brown eyes & fair skin. Whenever I have one of those makeup demos done, they tell me to stick to the brownish-pink shades of lipstick. They tell me not to go too light. It took me some time to get used to that, but it seems to work for me.

A man goes to his doctor & says, “Doctor, Doctor, please help me! I’ve got a problem.”
The doctor examines the man & sees that the man has a red ring around his penis. The doctor gives him an ointment & asks him to go home & rub on the problem area.
Just moments after he applied the ointment the things gets cleared up this guy is really impressed how fast it worked & wonders this must be super wonder medicine, so he calls up the doctor & says “It’s all cleared up!, But what was that medication you gave me?”
Doctor: “Lipstick remover.”

my live in boyfriend & father of my two sons went out on a business networking cocktail hour. He met up with some people that would be good connections & went to a lounge. He came home at two in the morning, which he knows I’m not ok with. But when he came home I saw his shirt that he took off & it had make up on one shoulder & lipstick under the front shirt pocket. He also had a white line stain on his top pant leg. He said a lady fell into him at the club & that is where the lipstick came to play. The makeup he explained the next day was from a ex coworker he bumped into during the day, & the pant spot he doesn’t know. He tried to hide the stain on his shirt when he came in with his jacket. What should i do should i believe him. This is the first time in 3 years that this happened.

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas party. He didn’t even remember how he got home from the party.
As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, & the first thing he saw is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side
table. And, next to them, a single red rose!
Jack sits up & sees his clothing in front of him, all clean & pressed. He looks around the room & sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.
Then he noticed a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it & a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: ‘Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Jillian’
He stumble to the kitchen & sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee & the morning newspaper, His son is also at the table, eating.
Jack asks: ‘Son… what happened last night?
‘Well, you came home after 3AM, drunk & out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table & broke it, & then you puked in the hallway, & got that black eye when you ran into the door.
Confused, he asked his son, ‘So, why is everything in such perfect order & so clean?
I have a rose, & breakfast is on the table waiting for me?
His son replies,,’Oh That!.. Mom dragged you to the Bedroom, & when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, ‘Leave me alone *****, I’m Married!!
Broken Coffee Table $239.99
Hot Breakfast $4.20
Two Aspirins $.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time…….
PRICELESS ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

‘Luelle, over here!’ my best friend Angel shouted from somewhere in the busy school rush, waving her arms madly so I could spot her. Sure enough, I saw her pretty brunette head bob up a few times, & so I pushed my way through the crowd towards her. Before I could reach her, though, I was stopped by Alan Tennwick, that geek.
‘Oi, Lu-babes,’ Tennwick leered, a lustful glint in his eye. ‘Johnson said he fancies having a slap at your peachy ***.’
Disgusted, I flipped Tennwick the finger & worked my way through the mass of students to Angel, who was waiting on the other side. I noticed she had rolled up her regulation black pleated school skirt twice, that she had applied wine red lipgloss & dark brown mascara, & that she was beaming from ear to ear. I said happily, ‘Hey hun, what’s got you up dressed so nice? Want to impress a guy on the way home so you can ditch me?’ I teased her & her face flushed slightly.
‘No, no guY,’ she smiled, looking away to something & twiddling her glossy, naturally curly chestnut hair in her fingers. ‘Shall we get going then? We could go to yours – you have the biggest clothes collection I’ve ever seen, after all!’ She laughed & so did I – my ebony wardrobe was absolutely huge, & I still had designer bags with lots of clothes in shoved next to it!
‘Okay,’ I smiled, & shrugged my school bag back on my shoulder. We weaved our way through the students & out of those school gates for the weekend! I couldn’t wait. We had planned to go to the local pub to start off with, & then move on to the hottest night club in the city, Escapades, partying until four in the morning or later!
It was both our sixteenth birthdays, after all, & we sure could pass for eighteen! We looked like eighteen year olds, anyway. Angel was a tall brunette with tanned skin & grey eyes which I did adore actually. I was a slightly shorter, but still tall, natural platinum blonde with honey-brown eyes. We both had slim figures, but still had curves in the right places.
When we approached my new car, a sleek & sexy obsidian Lamborghini Murcielago, I flicked the switch for the car to unlock & it did so perfectly. I slid into the driver’s seat & Angel clambered in next to me, sighing at the feel of the comfortable lush seats. My dad had bought me this car for my birthday – it had cost over two hundred thousand pounds, but he could certainly afford that & it was so worth it.
Swiftly I started up the engine & soon we were rocketing up the motorway, driving at an extremely fast pace towards my family mansion, just outside Wiltshire, where my school, Dane Hall Secondary School (a mixed private school), resided. I & Angel kept up a friendly banter all the way, & when we reached my house, Angel gasped slightly like she always does. She may have an extravagant house, but my dad makes bloody loads. I often wonder how, but he never really tells us, & if he does, it’s so vague I can’t decipher a true answer.
Soon, we were walking through the extravagantly decorated hallway that led towards my bedroom, & I pushed open the beautifully made ebony double doors. I & Angel both had already kicked off our high heeled black school shoes around eight or nine corridors ago, so we just flopped on the extremely comfortable bed & relaxed for a minute.
Then Angel sat up & a gleeful smile spread across her face. ‘Now, Luelle, let’s raid your wardrobe.’
Three hours later, I & Angel were dressed up to the nines, looking quite sexy if I say so myself. I was wearing a tight black corset dress which was decorated by really cute blood red ribbon ties. It reached just past the middle of my alabaster thighs & skimmed my pert bum! I had my hair in a half up & half down style, with the two ponytails tied with a blood scarlet ribbon & the rest of my luminescent, shimmering blonde hair cascading down my back. With this I was wearing horizontally striped long socks which went roughly to my knees & were slightly different lengths – the stripes were black & blood red & had a red ribbon on each. With all this I wore my trusty old Converse & a touch of wine red lipstick.
Ever a fashion icon, Angel had decided to wear my cute gothic lolita black & aqua dress. It had a beautiful corset top but it went out for the skirt; a bit like a Fifties skirt. She also wore striped long socks – the same as mine except they were the black & turquoise version. She wore black & white Sketchers on her dainty feet & had applied wet-look mascara, clear shimmering lipgloss & a touch of liquid eyeliner, setting off the look. She even slid in a cute little turquoise star clip which seemed to sparkle beautifully!
Angel looked at me, winked, & said, ‘Okay, let’s go already, Lu!’ Identical grins spread across our beautifully made up faces & we sprinted through the many

Is there good any good brands of lip stain if there is. What’s the name & the company’s name.Also if you know any lipsticks or lip glosses that stay on as good feel free to mention those.
Thank You!!

The Happy Hangover
Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn’t taste like alcohol at all. He didn’t even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, & the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up & sees his clothing in front of him, all clean & pressed. He looks around the room & sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it & a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”
He stumbles into the kitchen & sure enough, there is a hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee, & the morning newspaper all waiting for him. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, “Son… what happened last night?”
“Well, you came home after 3 in the morning, drunk & out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table & broke it, & then you puked in the hallway, & got that black eye when you ran into the door.”
Confused, he asked his son, “So, why is everything in such perfect order & so clean? I have a rose, & breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”
His son replies, “Oh THAT! Well, Mom dragged you to the bedroom, & when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,’Leave me alone, I’m married!’”

I’m writing a book entitled Speaking Silence.
What do you think of this chapter 1
©Copyright 2010©
Chapter 1
Fresh Memories
I sat on my bed & took a peek at the window. The sun was shining brilliantly, the clouds were so fluffy & the hot breeze blew past through me. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, hearing the ker-thump thump of its sound. I knew the reason. I knew what was going to happen.
I felt a bit edgy on how am I going to cope with my new school. I’m turning freshmen this year & this one bothers me. I’m getting this odd but familiar feeling again & this happens every school year. Do you think I can go well with the socializing? How about the teachers, do you think they’re friendly?
This would be a new challenge for me again. A new challenge to surpass again.
As I think over & over about it, I remembered about one subject area I absolutely suck, Math. Honestly, I get shoddy grades in it. Although I got good grades in it when I was in middle school, I still feel fretful. I know Math is the worst subject I ever came into. (Middle school mathematics is an exception, of course.) There would be a new set of math lessons again & I need to struggle in it. My last average in math when I graduated is 92 or A-. That’s horrible!(you think?)
How about the activities, Am I going to fit well in it? How about sports? What kind of sports do you think I should get engaged to? Badminton or Tennis? I joined a badminton game in our school when I was in 6th grade but for Pete’s sake I lose. Awful, eh? Do you think if I join one game again, I would win this time? Or turn out to be a loser the second time around?
What if I join a Writing contest? I love Writing & it’s my passion. I’m finding great ways on how to improve it. I also love singing, dancing & drawing but I only treat them as hobbies. Now what?!
Ugh. Disgusting little thoughts.
I tried to keep these thoughts for a while & just decided to go back into my past again. School Past, I mean. I remembered something when I was dwelling into the little moments of my graduation day. I remembered my brown & silky gown. It was knee-length & it barely showed half of my chubby legs but I didn’t mind it. Who cares anyway. My make-up looked simple. Mom just applied a light blue-pink combination of eye shadow & 2 strokes of magic red lipstick on my thick lips. I looked beautiful, beautifully repulsive.
I had a best friend named Jane. She looked & sounded much attractive than me. She had deep-set brown eyes, a broad nose & her lips is as red as an apple. She also had a few freckles on her face but she’s still pretty. Her long black hair always gleamed in the light & her pale skin matched her look.
But deep inside this elegant lady lies a shy personality.
Jane was my best friend ever since 5th grade. Thank the stars but we almost share the same personality & the same qualities. I’m shy she’s shy. I’m silent she’s silent. That was a coincidence, right? We were very close & very open to each other. She told me some secrets about her other friends, the latest gossip in school(just see how amazing she is, a shy with a friendly feature inside!) & of course her emotions too. I found that she’s friendly but having difficulties expressing her feelings. Sometimes, I always think that I want to somehow change her, if I can. We hang out everyday & we never separate. I always tend to say to her that there is nothing wrong with being expressive in public. But still, she needs more encouragement. Nobody approaches this elegant young lady; she said she never had a suitor but why? I know lots of guys like her but it seemed that those guys cannot go near with her. I wonder why.
I also had another friend (One of Jane’s close friends too). She’s Catherine. You will be bowled over with her friendly personality. She was Jane’s friend since 3rd grade. I classify her as the friendly-girl-in-town stereotype. She is friends with all of the school girls & she is a bold & a gallant lady. Catherine has a chin-length fly-away hair, brownish-black eyes & has pinkish diminutive lips. She has a chocolate skin tone & stands 5 ft. I think her physical asset is her…hair. Her hair is kinky & inimitable. It matches her personality. She is a true friend to us although sometimes she gets befuddled to whom she’s going to hang out with. Cathy is protective when it comes to us & knows how to keep good promises.
Another friend added, Carl. He’s implausible & tremendous. He’s a boy, Our first boy friend ever! Carl is tall, has a brown skin tone, wide black eyes & he has lots of pimples in his face. He is much friendlier to girls than boys but that doesn’t make him as “chick-boy or a flirter”. He builds friendships with girls, not a relationship. He is friendly like Cathy too. The last time I saw him, he grew much taller than ever before. I can’t mention anything about him anymore. But there’s one word I describe

Hey, so my lips are super, super dry -even worse than usual these days. Lots of lipsticks & glosses make my lips appear even more dry creating those white flakes on the lips -not very appealing. Also, even when I apply lip balm, about ten minutes later they’re dry & peeling again. Basically I need suggestions on an excellant lip exfoliant & balm. Price doesn’t matter too much -just nothing insanely priced like over $50 for a tiny tube.
I’ve used multiple products from Burt’s Bees, Chapstick brand, Blistex, Palmers, Nivea, Jack Black (I love this but right now it’s not even working), Paw Paw Ointment, Fresh Sugar Treatment, Caudalie, Soft Lips, & The Body Shop (both lip treatment products.. the green lipstick thing & the other one you put on afterwards).. & all of these have not worked for me. I guess if you’ve found something new & extraordinary from one of these however, please go ahead & suggest it.
Please do not suggest products with Petroleum Jelly or Vaseline because it totally kills my lips & I know it won’t work on me.
Thanks so much! Please give any answers that might help. 10 Points for Best Answer.

I think red is nice even for day time just don’t make it to bright. Ok?

My Grandmother just asked me about a song, a country song, that she remembers but can’t figure out the title of.
All she remembers are the lines:
“Stain on my white t-shirt”
and something about red lipstick.
If you know the song, it’d be very helpful. Thanks.
Rahne

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn’t taste like alcohol at all. He didn’t even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes & the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up & sees his clothing in front of him, all clean & pressed. He looks around the room & sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it & a kiss mark from his wife in Lipstick:
“Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”
He stumbles to the kitchen & sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee & the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, “Son… What happened last night?”
“Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk & out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table & broke it, & then you puked in the hallway, & got that black eye when you ran into the door.
Confused, he asked his son, “So, why is everything in such perfect order & so clean? I have a rose, & breakfast is on the table waiting for me??”
His son replies, “Oh THAT! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, & when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, “Leave me alone, I’m married!!”
Broken Coffee Table: $239.99. Hot Breakfast: $4.20. Two Aspirins: $.38. Saying the right thing, at the right time. . . PRICELESS!!!

This is a picture of me
http://s897.photobucket.com/albums/ac175/GreyhoundRed/?action=view&current=me.jpg
in that picture i am wearing absolutely no makeup
now i wear brown eyeliner on the bottom brown mascara on the top & a little concealer.
with my coloring what shades of eyeshadow would be best & how would i apply them? ive never worn eyeshadow so i really have no idea. also what lipstick or lip gloss? bare in mind im 14 so i want to look natural but a little more enhance then i am now. so comments pictures anything would be a big help! thanks!

Hi all..
Whenever i use lipstick or lipbalm..my lips turn dark..
I dont drink coffee or tea, noreven i smoke nor drink alcohol…
Its only the lipsticks that cause harm to my lips, ive tried lots & lots of lipsticks,they all turned my lips darker.
Ive also tried homemade lip balms that involve beeswax,other oils, but even they did turn my lips darker…
Now i came to kknow that honey+lemon applied overnight would make them back to normal…
but i wanted to continue using the honey even while at work..
So..is it ok(i mean..no messy kinda problems) to use the raw honey even at work?

I use shades of brown, but it also depends on your skin tone…i am fair with red hair so the green & brown work well.