The Red Lip Is Back For Me

Let me say it plainly: the red lip is back. Not for everyone—just for me. It’s bold, unapologetic, and exactly the energy I need right now.

There’s something timeless about a red lip. It’s Old Hollywood glamour with a rebellious edge. Nostalgia is everywhere—skinny jeans, trad wives, Y2K vibes—and the red lip fits right in without feeling forced. But it’s more than a trend. For me, it’s rebellion. It’s my personal pushback against the clean girl aesthetic, which, if we’re being honest, was just ’80s Sade minus the red lip.

My go-tos? Ruby Woo for personal moments—loud, fearless, impossible to ignore. And when I need to play it safe, Dior 720—polished but still commanding. Both shades feel like extensions of me, amplifying my presence without saying a word.

Here’s what I love most about a red lip: it elevates anything. Ratty sweats? Springy coils popping out of my head? The red lip makes it all look intentional. And being intentional? That’s the vibe right now. If we’re not intentional, the world will happen to us. My red lip is my reminder that I happen to the world.

And yes, I think the red lip belongs in colder months. In summer, it’s playful. In winter, it’s power. Against gray skies and muted tones, a red lip cuts through like a burst of fire. It declares: I’m still here, vibrant and alive.

It’s not just about looks. I’m tired—tired of battles that feel unwinnable, tired of systems that won’t change. But my red lip reminds me: the fight in me isn’t gone. Think twice before coming at me—there’s still fire here.

So yeah, the red lip is back. For me, it’s not just makeup. It’s my armor, my rebellion, and my way of claiming my space in the world.