Month after month, we march ourselves into torture chambers...to inflict upon ourselves various kinds of painful procedures in our bid to look better/ feel better/ beat age/ lose weight/ gain personality/.....i could go on..... why do we do it? i still cant figure....
i began threading my eyebrows at 18.... now i cant believe i waited that long.... cos in orignal splendour they look like two caterpillars....i remember having to muster my courage up each time, because it was that painful....did i mention i have thick eyebrow hair in addition to them being bushy? which means if i dont get my act together every 3 weeks, i can star in the nightmares of people i know.....ofcourse in the real world, it doesnt happen like clock work should..... the first time i ventured into waxing, i spent the previous night imagining my skin would be ripped off after being scalded by hot molten wax....over the years now, it has become something that i dont quite pay any attention to....not that the intensity of torture has decreased, but i think my threshold for it has increased.....
i dont particularly look forward to these sessions at a beauty parlour....they dont translate into "me time" as peddled by various women's magazines....the only reason i endure this is because i'd like to not end up looking like a grizzly bear.......i tend to keep the pedicure for the end, after i have been plucked and prodded at.....while i can never get why all pedicurists hold the nail clipper upside down! i always trim my own nails.... i go there for the scrubbing and the massage that my feet need after walking around all month barefooted at home....something i never learnt to do was to wear house slippers...
there's a way in which all parlours big or small function....the matter of factedness with which business is conducted.....the way the beauticians go about their job, while to me, to be sprawled in front of one and sometimes two other women, is cringe evoking....while i obsess about my cellulite, uneven colouring and fat deposits, they go about their jobs most non chalantly, and i envy their ability to pay no attention to a person in near undress.....
it never fails to amuse me...how we check each other out....and the beauty parlour isnt an exception....women of all ages and kinds, sitting, in the hairdresser's chair, or for a pedcicure or some other service, sizing each other up......clothes, shape, size, age and money...all either real or imagined...i do it too..... never has it made any sense....because for one, i believe we all look our worst when we're there....hair in a mess, face oily from the aftermath of a facial...sometimes with bits of the facemask still stuck in your hair/nostrils/ears....skin looking like it needs some soothing after the trauma of hot wax.....and yet we check each other out, to see what effect the hundreds we've spent on ourselves so far will look like in a couple of hours when we're back in our togs and wearing our made up faces again!!
i always emerge from a parlour looking worse than i did when i went in.... my hair in a mess.... face oily after a clean up and freshly threaded eyebrows make me look like a plucked chicken.....my feet are the only part of me that look like they had a good time!! but back home and a wash and change later....man!! the difference is so amazing!!
yeah seriously..... it lifts the worst mood....makes me happy and enthu enough to want to venture out of the house after hiding under a rock.....
and unfailingly after each visit i promise myself that i will go back on schedule to follow up the next month.... but some promises are made out of a habit..... just like breaking them....even if it is to yourself!!
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