i have my cousin saying i don't know how??

You open the lipstick and make your lips like your kissing. Then put it on your lips like your wiping your lips.

First you want to line your lips with either a lip liner or whatever shade of lipstick you want to use (note: shape your lips when lining them), second fill them in with the color of lipstick you want (note: add gloss here if you think necessary). Third to keep your lipstick from feathering out take a small angled brush or just a small brush and some powder that matches your skin shade and line around your lips then blend it in with the rest of your face. And woo hoo! You're done!

you look in a mirror and put it on your lips

you look in a mirror.. and put the lipstick on your lips.

open your mouth like your yawning (it doesnt have to be that big though lol) and put it on your lips just like you would with chapstick except more carefull on the top, apply 2 coats than lightly close your lips on a paper towell, than (this is optional) apply a clear or slightly tinted lipgloss on top.

you put it on the center of the bottom lip (so that it doesn't go into the corners). Then you highlight the top part of your lip (you know, where it makes the V).
But seriously, I could do this perfectly by the time I was seven. And I was an UTTER tomboy. How is it that you DON'T know how to do that...

u look in a mirrior.
it helps me if i smile while i put it on that way it dosnt look as smudged.

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