If a man sees a woman with red lipstick, he admires her, but often he won't feel like kissing her.

For me, true beauty has nothing to do with wrinkles and everything to do with the fact that my maternal grandmother raised five children just after the war and remained a fighter throughout her life. True beauty is the slick of red lipstick my paternal grandmother would put on before going to church on Sunday.

All I need is my Chanel dress, my Louboutins, and some red lipstick.

Even as a child, I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to wear red lipstick.

I have always loved lipstick. For women, that love comes from our mother and grandmothers. It's so natural for a woman to open up her mirror and apply lipstick.

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.