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I just liked the processing on this one.

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I'm not joining the Granny Panty Brigade

So this week I’ve been thinking a lot about appearance. I notice the fine lines around my eyes that seemed to have grown a bit deeper since last year. I’ve gained weight and weight ages a person, especially a woman (it’s true, admit it. Men get away with being fat more than women can). Plus, I just feel awful. I’ve gained weight and my schedule is crazy and doing esthetic work is hard physically. Bet you never thought that it was, right? Well, you are hunched over people, yanking wax from their bodies, massaging them, etc. It is tiring. By the end of a really busy night, we’re all complaining about our backs hurting and our legs being sore. Last week, I had to wax a pregnant woman who couldn’t lie on her stomach, so I had to put my body in all sorts of weird positions for an hour and a half, and I strained my hip. So, I feel like shit. And, I look like shit.

I’m thinking about all of this because I’m in the beauty biz now, and looks matter. Whether you think it’s right or wrong or politically incorrect, it just happens to be the truth. Looks matter. Looking the part matters. Looking the part can make me more money. Looking the part will get me better jobs.

A couple of months ago at school we were doing a seminar with the class ahead of us. They sort of knew who we were but it was the first time we were all together. I was sitting next to my sister (who is in my class) and one of the girls in the gamma class kept looking at us. Finally she blurted out, “You two look like mother and daughter!” Clearly, I looked like the mother, because my sister is a size 6 and still gets carded. I was embarrassed and more than a little pissed off. My classmates stuck up for me and yelled, “My God they’re sisters!” and they tried to all make me feel better, but honestly, I felt really shitty about it. I still do.

The point of all of this is that I’m now on the “Get Your Fat Ass in Gear Before You Turn 40” project. I turn 40 in 23 months. As much as I despise the term “MILF”, and even though I don’t have kids, I want to be a MILF type. I want to look HOT. I had a “dalliance” with a 29 yr old this past winter, and he thought I was really hot and sexy and all of that, but I looked better then. I was about 15 lbs thinner and my hair was long. I’ve gone downhill fast, I tell ya. Anyway, the point is, it’s nice when 29 yr old men think your 38 yr old self is hot. It’s an ego stroke. I want more of that. I want people to say, “I’d never guess she’s 40!”

I never want to be part of the Granny Panty Brigade (Hi, Jen) and I fear I'm headed there fast.

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If I only looked this good!

you can do it here

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this week all you get is cameraphone

So, this is what you get for this week’s photo…the crappy camera phone. It’s that kind of a week.

So, the week in review:

We have class on Mondays and then clinic floor on Tues-Wed-Thurs. Last week was our first week on the floor with paying guests.

I had great reviews. Two of my facials (who are very high maintenance women..they come with their own pillows and such) loved me and rebooked with me. In fact, one of them is coming back this week already. However, one of my brow waxes came back to the school the next day because she was still red and she had a tiny bit of “lifting” (skin comes off with the wax). She was a difficult personality from the moment she arrived. I knew the energy was bad immediately. My instructor was with me for the entire brow wax, and did a big portion of it while I watched, so nothing could have been done differently. Redness is normal. Lifting is somewhat common too, actually. I lift every time my brows are waxed. Some people just lift. Or you can be waxed twenty times previously and not lift, but for some reason, you lift the next time. People can use products around their eyes that thin the skin and don't mention it to you, no matter how many questions you ask during the consultation. It could be anything, really.

She is a regular guest at the school and is well known for being difficult and for complaining, so I’m trying to take it in stride. My instructor told me to let it roll off my back.

I feel bad, of course, but my instructor said there was nothing that I could have done differently with this guest.

Bleh.

Work is work. School is school. Stress is stress. Love is love.

Oh, love. Is love always so difficult? I’d really like to know if I’m the only person in the world who finds it exceedingly difficult. Shouldn’t you just love someone and be with them and live happily ever after?

I jest, of course. I know better.

I've thought more than once that if it were easy, it wouldn't feel half as good. That probably says more about me then about love itself.

I've been thinking about love and bees and honey and what that all means and I came up with this (Fred):

I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my queen

On a different note, my hair is finally growing out of it’s butchy, bad haircut awfulness.
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