Last night, I went to get "a facial" from Mary Kay herself (okay, she's dead, but the girls she trained are just as good). I have been living under the delusion that a girl's night like this is supposed to make one feel good about the way they look. My daughter and I were excited for a night of pampering and trying new things on our "canvas." Turns out, my canvas has some severe problems. First, I was "brave" for coming without makeup. The lady leading us in the glamour session kept looking at me too close and offering me different solutions to my terrible skin. I need more sun protection, I need to watch out for skin cancer, I need this concealer and this foundation. This color would disguise and this color would diminish. The only time I was looked upon with approval was when I was completely done up--to the ends of my lashes.
Wouldn't Mary Kay's sellers do better if they emphasized the beauty of a woman, opposes to the make-up? I left thinking the only time it would be acceptable for me to go out in public is when I'm covered in something that isn't me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a make-up girl. I wear it every day even if I'm staying at home all day and I did feel pretty when they were done painting my face. But, I was in a slump for the rest of the night because I knew that under it all, I have big problems, I look older than I should, and I will have large portions of my face removed at some point because of invasive cancers.
I've always liked my freckles, as much as I complain about them. They are a part of me. While I want my dull and wrinkled skin to be bright and smooth, it's just not the way my skin was built. Make-up should showcase what is beautiful about a woman, rather than remind them of the parts that are ugly.
Besides, freckles are in. And I've earned my lines--I have a lot about which to smile.