I've mentioned before I'm not a "girly girl." I don't know much at all about makeup or beauty products. I wear mascara to darken my blonde eyelashes most days and that's usually it. Most of the women in Orange County spend a lot of time and money at the dermatologist's office getting facials and botox and "fillers" and other things I know nothing about. I've never spent my money or time on cosmetic things.
I think it probably means I look like crap when I'm in a room with other OC women.
Don't get me wrong, I don't thing there's anything wrong with trying to look your best. I'm not opposed to plastic surgery when it's done in moderation and/or if someone has a body part that really makes them unhappy.
On the other hand, many OC women think about nothing other than themselves and how they look. They become obsessed with superficiality and go overboard with surgeries and treatments. Their appearance becomes a full time job. Honestly, I think it's sad.
I do go to a dermatologist twice a year. I was diagnosed at a very young age with a hereditary and very deadly form of melanoma. I'm fine, but I need very close skin checks twice a year as a result. A few years ago, my dermatologist told me about a skin cleanser he highly recommends and I've used it ever since. I have to buy it through his office because it's not available in retail stores. That's the extent of my "cosmetic" experience with a dermatologist.
Last Friday I made a quick trip into the derm office just to purchase a bottle of facial cleanser. The office was deserted except for the two women working at the front desk (it was over the lunch hour). As I purchased my "soap" they prattled on about the new "cosmetic doctor" at the office and how fantastic and wonderful she is. One of the women told me she had her laugh lines "filled-in" the day before. The other described her botox and other treatments.
I confessed I really know nothing about any of that stuff.
Right then Dr. Beautiful walked out to the front desk. The ladies told her they had just been bragging about her. She took one look at me and invited me to "come have a chat" with her in a back room. "No charge," she said.
I must be really ugly.
Well, I admit I couldn't resist. I'd like to say the first thought through my head was, "She can make me look pretty," but it wasn't. No, this writing thing has become ingrained in me and all I could think was, "Wow, this will make a great post!"
Dr. Beautiful told me to have a seat in the examination room and handed me a magnifying mirror.
Dr. Beautiful, at first glance, was so remarkably beautiful I was embarrassed to be in the same room as her. I don't think a heterosexual man would be able to take his eyes off her. Hell, her beauty was so startling I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I would guess Dr. Beautiful is 30 years old, but it was hard to pin an age on her. She has long, flowing, blonde hair. Her eyelashes are out to here. Of course, she has perfect skin. Her teeth were startling white. She has high, enviable, cheekbones. Her lips are full and pouty. She's tall, lean, and has big perky boobs. Honestly, Dr. Beautiful must turn heads everywhere she goes.
Yes, I felt very ugly and inadequate being in the same room as her.
"Look in the mirror and tell me what you dislike about yourself the most," she urged.
I didn't realize I dislike anything about myself.
Not that I think I'm perfect by any means. Far, far, from it. I've just accepted the good the bad and the ugly. I honestly don't think about myself in terms of what I dislike about my appearance. I just am who I am and I came to terms with the good and bad of that sometime after my teen years.
"I just came here to buy some soap," I said.
Dr. Beautiful was so taken aback by my statement her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I think her eyebrows would have raised, but they couldn't. (Too much botox I suppose.) I imagine my comment is not one she hears
very often ever in the OC.
"You came here to buy soap?" she asked incredulously.
Then she composed herself and added, "Well, look in the mirror because there must be things about yourself you dislike."
I looked at Dr. Beautiful's perfect face and then looked at my own reflection in the mirror. I guess there is a lot to be unhappy with after all. I hesitated, glanced at her perfect face again, and then back at my own reflection.
I was trying to come up with the one thing on my face I dislike the most.
Before I could formulate a thought to put into words, Dr. Beautiful said, "Let me help you, I have some ideas on what you need."
And oh my! Dr. Beautiful certainly did have some ideas as to what I need. Tomorrow I'll publish Part II of this post. I think you'll be surprised by what Dr. Beautiful suggested for me. You'll also be amazed to hear what Dr. Beautiful has done to herself to become so beautiful. In the meantime, leave me your thoughts as to what ONE THING you'd most like changed about your face!
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