Mac makes my favorite red lipstick.
I twist it from the bullet and it rises up in brazen scarlet and smears across my lips. Lady Danger on my lips is holy rebellion. I smack them together and lean into the mirror. I see all of me. I am a biracial Asian American woman, and I am beautiful, I am worthy of being seen. The bravado to believe it is something I fight for every day.
These lips were created to speak truth.