I usually go early on Saturday morning. I basically shower, get dressed and go. So she sees me in my finest Saturday attire, hair in a pony tail, with a little lip gloss. Not sure what that adds, but I feel less naked.
This week she asked if she could flat-iron my hair. "Sure! Why not," I say. So I sat there watching her iron my hair in the mirror. I cannot imagine taking this much time to fix my hair. Ever. Not going to happen. Plus I didn't look like myself. I even scared the receptionist when I left. "Wow, I didn't recognize you, " she said. Hmmmm. That's not really a compliment, is it? (Pony tail where are you?)
Worse than that, as I sat there staring at myself in the mirror, all I could see were the dark, dark circles under my eyes and that the color of my skin looked weird. Must be the lighting. Holy schnikes. I look old. I need an eye lift, botox, chin reduction, make-up....something. Ay caramba. I started having an anxiety attack looking at myself. This is a 9-1-1 facial emergency. And the hair! eeeeks.
My job is full of stress. But it's been especially stressful since August 21st at about 9:00am. And it's showing. So I'm scheduling a facial. I need someone to massage my worries away and give my pour old face some TLC. So here I sit. Smiling at my computer camera (hoping no one walks in) thinking about calling and making that facial appointment.
And then I saw this Dove video and checked out their Campaign for Beauty site. Wow. And we wonder why girls have issues with our looks.
I just showed this to Elli. Here is her response after watching it.
"That's not really her!"she says.
So thank you Judi Sherrill for bringing this to my attention. Judy and I went to TCU together. We're facebook friends now. I have stories about Judy. We met freshman year. She is the sweetest texas/southern girl you'll ever meet. And drop dead gorgeous (still is.) Without any photoshop retouching! Thanks, Judi!