I’ve been into beauty since the first time I saw my mum look into her compact mirror and apply a generous swipe or two of lipstick. The shade she had on was called ‘crimson’. She got it from Myer back when they were called Grace Brothers and it was her favourite shade – she had multiples.
I recall her mentioning that the reason she loved it was because it was the perfect shade for black women. I nodded back then, not completely understanding the connotation.
Little did I know some twenty years later, I’d be dealing with the same lack of options for women of colour.
So, what does it look like to be failed by the beauty industry?
It looks like going to Priceline and seeing absolutely no shades darker than