Loving Me…

I have decided that the time has come, the time is now, for me to take a good look at myself and start a “Loving Me” program!

So I went for a microdermabrasion.

Today was my first time ever to lie back in a chair and relax without worrying about whether I was going to be hurt by my dentist or hygenist!

I’ve changed since returning from England.  Honestly, if the truth be told, my stay in England began the change I wanted to see in myself.

I no longer needed to put the wants or even the needs of my children first.  They were all working, contributing and upstanding members of society and almost 100% independent to boot!

For the first time, in a long time, I could put me first and I did!

I felt privileged.  No I didn’t, I felt entitled!

I called my beautician friend extraordinaire, the Brow Lady and she booked me in.  I had to wait two weeks but as I said, I’ve been on the back burner for more years than I care to remember so what’s a couple more weeks?

I arrived early, impatient to meet the new me!

“I don’t know if I can lie back and have my face massaged for an hour,” I told her.

“How many times have you had a facial?” she asked…again.  I don’t suppose she really gets my answer being in the business and all that…

“Never…” I said and wondered if the skin on my face would put me to shame with my neglectful habits?

I cast myself onto the bed and my friend bade me lie down and gentled me onto the supportive pillow.  I prepared to get anxious and found my ujayi breath instead.  Yoga to the rescue once again!

“Your skin is in very good condition…it’s ….thick,” she said.

“In more ways than one!” I answered.

I admitted to using soap and water!  My cleansing methods apparently contribute to clogged pores according to my beautician extraordinaire,

“You’ve noticed the film that collects on your shower walls?” she asked, “the same thing happens with your skin.”

‘Oh oh,’ I thought, ‘scale away to the rescue!’

“Do you use sunblock?” she asked.

“Only when I sunbathe!”

She then told me to buy a moisturiser with 30 SPF’s to wear daily in future to reverse the aging process.

“Goodness, can I drink the stuff too?  I’d love to rewind a few decades!”  I was having fun.

This is what happened during my hour of unadulterated bliss,

I had my face gently washed with something that was NOT soap and water.

Next a nifty little contraption produced a vacuum pressure to reach deeper into my epidermis in conjunction with crystal dispersion to slake off the layers of dead skin.  I felt as though a large cat was vigorously licking my face.  When my visage could take no more abrasion a gentle brush was swept across my cheeks, forehead and chin to clear the area of debris.

A peel was swished on, it stung, in a good way, for a few minutes…rather like lemon juice in a cut…okay I’m British!

Finally a toxin and bacteria reducing mask was slathered on and I was left to rest for about fifteen minutes.  I sat up when my friend extraordinaire left the room and took a sneak peek at myself in her cabinet mirror.  Yes!  I looked like all those advertisments for women in spa’s relaxing with chalky white faces.

I’d arrived!  I lay back down trying not to crack too much of a smile.

The mask came off, my face was moisturised and I was handed a mirror to look at my bare countenance.

I glowed…and no, my face was not red and shiny, but healthy and soft.

I came home and offered my cheeks around for a stroke.

“They feel the same as always,” said my Star Barista!  Should I say “thanks” or “What?!” to that artless comment from my youngest!

I felt pampered having loved me for an hour.

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