I am fast approaching the half-century mark and feeling the effects of the upcoming golden jubilee event. Recently, I have put on a lot of weight due to multiple reasons; hypothyroidism, menopause, stress eating, sweet tooth, etc. A friend told me about a newly opened beauty and wellness center and I made an appointment immediately.
I went looking for a magical cure to keep myself young, slim and pretty 🙂 The imposing looking and important sounding beauty clinic had exotic sounding names even for its advertised treatments . I was convinced that my search for an elixir of youth had ended and here I was going to be transformed into, if not a Miss Universe, then at least a Miss World.
I waddled into the pristine white lobby and smiled at the receptionist, making sure the chin hairs on my double chins were hidden from her piercing, young eyes. I told her about my appointment with the beauty therapist. She wasn’t completely convinced but did call up the manager on the intercom, all the while keeping an eagle eye on my humongous and grotesque frame.
I am a large woman but still was surprised when the so-called beauty therapist and slimming expert walked in, she was twice my size. I knew I was in the wrong place immediately, but couldn’t make a fast get-away due to my XXL size. She cornered me and bombarded me with her beauty jargon. I listened with only half an ear as I was still trying to get her entire frame within my line of vision.
She requested that I follow her into the treatment room for a demonstration. Once inside, we were welcomed by their cosmetologist, who took one look at me and commenced a verbal attack on my appearance. Her opening statement was, “you will need at least a dozen face treatments because your skin is very flabby and you have open pores and black-heads. Your eyes need work too, the dark-circles need to be worked on and we have to do something about your extremely dull and dead looking eyes.”
I mumbled an apology and raced out of the beauty clinic from hell. They had made me feel a hundred to my fast approaching fifty. On reaching home, I asked my kids, “Do you think my eyes look dull?” They shook their head in denial and said, “You have the prettiest eyes in the whole world.” Bless my angels; I felt 18 and not 47 at that instant.
My search for the fountain of youth ended on that fateful day, what about yours?