As I sat in the chair, I tried to avoid the huge mirror in front of me, to No Avail! You know the one that distorts and stretches every little line or bulge. It seems to be doubling everything about me. My size, my weight, that can’t possibly be, what happened to my chin and my neck, where has it gone?
Spotting those scars, both, big and small, why are they twice the size they used to be? Reflections of the days when they were made, you remember when you missed that step and down you went, to catch yourself with only your chin . Ahh, that one on the brow is when I opened that cupboard door. Ohh, what about the lip that took three stitch? ….and my nose, it would not have broke, if that swinging door had not been stopped with my face.
Well forget about all that, it is all, life well lived and anyway they add character.
After the chem-free
dye on my hair with a few highlights, that I decided to add, is washed away, we need to blow dry the soaked strands. Of course, the thinning shears take their turn, oh yeah that hot chemical iron will straighten my hair, then we add the Silk Infusion that adds the shine and takes the dull dry look away. Don't forget, wax that lip. Well maybe since I am here, a XYZ Mineral Free facial wouldn’t hurt and while I wait, what the heck, I’ll have a pedicure and manicure, with a paraffin wax that will feel real fine, I’ll use clear polish, no one will know.
When I get home and ready for bed, I’ll use that Oil of Olay, age defying moisture Mask, a little line lifting eye serum, some ‘vitamin W’ deep lip balm and a have good nights sleep with three Sleep Eze instead of just two. Now certainly, all of the things that nasty ole mirror so obviously misjudged, will be gone.
I’ll wake and wash my face with the anti-aging cleanser, a little pore refining toner, and finish with some anti-wrinkle lotion, with 'SPF 100', the one that keeps the sun at bay. I
run some mousse through my hair and add a quick spritz of aerosol spray.
Then, as I check my new $200.00 make-up mirror that “Really” tells the truth, with those lovely softening, warm glow 15 watt bulbs.
I smile and think that is so much better, there is the real me and out the door I go.
“The Natural Woman”
Whoops! I forgot my Prozac.
© 2008 Carin' Spirit