When I was little, I’d twist up that toy plastic tube- my mom’s lipstick swabbed on for show- and stare at my bare lips, dreaming of grown-up glamour. Today, my vanity groans under the weight of tube after tube from Tom Ford, Chanel and Hermès. Truth is, I reach for them not only for color, but also for the thrill of their containers: a color-block sheath here, a porcelain refill there, each one a micro-exhibit of craftsmanship. Lately, I’ve been wondering whether that moment of uncapping could be more than ritual. That it might tip us toward harmony, too. Hello Ayurveda and a touch of lip science.
What if choosing your texture were a way to align your dosha?
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