i hand out smiles like halloween candy

in conversation, i touch my lips. constantly. i tug on the lower lip or trace them with my tongue. i pinch my upper lip when i think. i bite them as well. i'm constantly reapplying lip gloss. i'm obsessed with keeping them moist. i have two tiny pots of blistex in my purse, and another tube of cherry-flavored gloss in my desk drawer.
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i've been called a good kisser. i'm pretty sure it's my steven tyleresque lips that help with that.

when i'm about to kiss someone, i always stare at their lips. then i lick mine. sometimes they get the hint.
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when i was sixteen, i wanted to get braces. as the orthodontist examined my mouth he said, "i'd have to be careful when readjusting your teeth in order to not give you hispanic or african-american lips."

i never did get braces.
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for one whole year, i wore make-up everyday to work. i wore the palest foundation and this reddish lipstick. when i think about wearing that much make-up now, i get sick.

i don't own anymore lipstick, except blue and silver for halloween. people always said i never needed to wear make-up.

although, J. said that i looked a bit pale in my pictures. once you move to the east coast, you become translucent. 
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