An open letter

An Open Letter to Those Who Still Care

On Palestine, Peace, and Refusing to Look Away

There are some things you don’t come back from. Images that burn themselves into your memory. A child pulled from rubble. A mother screaming for her baby. A father holding pieces of his child.

Lately, it feels like I can’t escape it — and I shouldn’t. None of us should.

I’ve cried more times than I can count watching what’s happening in Palestine. I cry for the parents who can’t protect their children. I cry for the children who will never get to grow up. And I cry because I don’t know how to make any of it stop.

I donate. I speak. I write. And still, it never feels like enough. Because it isn’t enough. And the people who could actually change this — the ones with power, with platform, with politics behind them — are doing nothing. Saying nothing. And when leaders are silent in the face of genocide, they are not neutral. They are complicit.

David Lammy. Keir Starmer. I want to say this clearly: you do not speak for me.
You do not speak for the mothers who lie awake crying. You do not speak for the children living in terror. You do not speak for any of us who still have hearts too tender to look away.

You could speak. You could act. You could do something. But instead, you’ve chosen silence — and history will remember that.

I know there are people who will say “stick to makeup,” “don’t get political,” or “you’ll lose followers.”

But this isn’t political. This is human. This is about children being murdered while the world watches.

And yes — I own a cosmetics brand. Yes, I care about pigments and packaging and eyeliner that doesn’t budge. But I also care about people. About justice. About peace — not the hollow peace of hashtags and broken treaties, but real peace. The kind that comes when every child is safe. The kind that means freedom, safety, and dignity for all people, not just the ones in the right borders.

So I will keep crying. I will keep writing. I will keep naming this for what it is.

Because silence helps no one except those who benefit from the violence.

To anyone reading this who feels as helpless and heartbroken as I do: you’re not alone. Your rage matters. Your grief matters. And if you still care — deeply, loudly, and inconveniently — then you are exactly what the world needs right now.

We don’t need to be perfect. We just need to refuse to go quiet.

🖤
Lynsey
Mother. Maker. Witness.