The new filter — which you can only access if you update the app ughhhh hate when they do that — will plump up the user’s lips while also coating them in a purple gloss. Basically, it’s Juvederm and a Kylie Lip Kit in an app.
Kylie discovered it while getting her makeup done and asked the only appropriate question in a situation like this:
“Are you making fun of me, Snapchat?”
Our guess is that Snapchat isn’t making fun of her, but the filter is definitely Kylie-inspired. Clearly, Snapchat is paying homage to the 2010s’ foremost lip kween. Can we have a Kim K booty filter next? We’re getting sick of face swap.
By the way, if this filter gets you thinking of actual lip injections, educate yourself.
Molly Mulshine is Galore's senior editor. She got her start covering local politics before working at Business Insider and the New York Observer. Follow her on Twitter: @mollymulshine
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