There is a line between being interested in something and having an actual problem. When I started doing my eyebrows, it was just a way to get by. Bold and dark eyebrows became a signature thing. But my interests grew to the point where I have lost control. After this summer, I have become ready to admit that I have a problem.

Within the past few months I have bought; 3 Hard Candy mattes, 3 Kylie Lip Kits, 12 Jeffree Star Liquid Lipsticks, 3 Jeffree Star Lip Scrubs, 7 ColourPop lipsticks, and a variety of other makeup necessities such as eye shadows, highlighters, contour kits, and eyebrow kits.

As a wide friend told me, a makeup addicts pain starts when they look at their wallet.

But how could I be upset when my lips always look so good?

I don't claim to be a professional, but there's just something about opening a fresh lipstick and putting it on for the first time. There's something about seeing the difference that a simple brush stroke can make to your appearance that makes you just feel satisfied.

The negative stigma associated with regular makeup use hasn't gotten me down yet. You want to take me swimming on the first date? That's perfectly fine. All of this is waterproof and I have some great setting spray. I could go scuba diving and come out with my eyebrows and lip liner still intact.

Shelling out a little extra money on a good and reliable matte nude isn't a crime. And the feeling of putting it with the rest in a complex organization pattern only you really know the key to is half of the fun of getting the makeup in the first place.

So, I wake up a little earlier in the mornings than I should have to, just so I can go through my routine without rushing. Primer, color corrector, foundation, concealer, powder, contour, highlight, eyebrow, eyelid, eyelash, lip, and set.

So, I time my lunch break around when a new limited addition lip is being released or a restock is scheduled, all so I don't miss out on that gorgeous Jeffree Star shade I had my eyes on for months.

So, my paychecks go towards food and makeup, but if I had to choose I would eat cheap chicken ramen noodles daily in exchange for that eye shadow palette of my dreams.

My arms are often covered in swatches and my wallet might be a little thin. My purse might have seven shades of nudes or reds in it at one time, and my bathroom counter might be covered in drying brushes that were just cleaned. But I wouldn't have it any other way, especially as I wait for Jeffree Star to restock Rose Matter.

I'm not a perfectionist. I'm not a professional. I'm not fake or plastic, and I certainly don't look like a completely different person without my makeup on. I'm a collector. And at the end of the day the only thing that matters is being yourself. Do what makes you happy because I know I am. These are the confessions of a makeup addict.