I have come to really love lips. And for one very simple reason.
|^At my bachelorette party in Vegas in August.|
No matter what, they always look the same. Always.
My eyes will divulge how tired I am right away and sometimes cease to provide normal function. My hair (after years of abuse) is prone to looking like something pulled from a drain. My body can take a whole other form if I decide to slack just a little tinnny bit. My skin can be a brand new surface on any given morning. Just about everything else on my person can turn on me at a moment's notice. But my lips, just simply never fail to look just as they are. And I really have come to appreciate them for that level of consistency.
Three cheers for lips!
(And ten cheers for lipsticks of course. The butter to that delicious bread.)