During coffee with a shall we say— more than an acquaintance, less than a close friend- of mine she remarked ‘Wow! You have such beautiful skin- it glows. Lucky you, you have good genes!’
In my hysterical fit, my milky coffee flew out of my nose.
‘Well, you obviously don’t know me that well!’ I said when I regained composure.
‘Good genes may be part of it, but with a mother as a beauty therapist, I have been using professional products on my face twice a day since I was twelve.’
After having children, my products just weren’t enough. So, I started buying those handy Scoopons and Groupons for microdermabrasion, IPL and eventually the occasional injection.
It’s work, it’s a an investment.
I refuse to follow the path of many women these days– either by letting myself go and losing confidence in my appearance or going to further extremes and opting for surgery.
I would rather put in the effort now, in my middle years.
The shame is that like everything else, women do not talk about these things. They are deemed too ‘personal’ or they are too competitive to give away their secrets.
In my world, there is no such thing as too personal. Life is too short for secrets and holding back.
You receive what you give. Let’s be generous with eachother and open up.