So, I just discovered another definition of courage:
Right there, in front of God n' everybody in the superstore, a young lady sat bare-faced waiting for the cosmetics guru to begin her "make-over."
In my youth, I'd have probably traded a body part in exchange for a pretty face. (No, it never occurred to me that real beauty comes from within. I'm kind of slow on the uptake that way.)
I know it's ridiculous to hang onto old insults ... but I still recall an awful "come as you are" breakfast in my early 20's. Evicted from my comfy bed by members of a social club I'd recently joined, neither I or other newbies were given benefit of lipstick or a comb, even. I'm sure we were a "sight", but it hurt so bad when I was voted, "Ugliest."
(No, I never went back.)
In the ensuing years, there've been more misses than hits .... and plenty of pictures to laugh over decades later!
Still, I'm more than loathe to step outside without make-up. "At least give me a chance to draw on some eyebrows?"
I know it's a big "no-no", but there's nights I still go to bed without washing my face. At this point, there's little can be done to repair the damage save a skilled plastics man!
A dear blog chum has, however, convinced me to finally start applying sunscreen. But that didn't come without incident:
In a mid-guided notion that more is better, I massaged that potion onto my face and neck ... with vigor. Meanwhile, the steam from the shower provoked little beads of perspiration ... which quickly multiplied ... dripping in my eyes. Burn!
Nearing panic -- without stopping to wash my hands -- I decided to take out my contact lens.
... and spent the next 10 minutes hopping around, clutching my eye sockets and wondering how in the heck I'd managed to live this long.
Live and learn!
Has anyone else a bashful face? I'd love to know if you've any funny stories to share on the way to your close-up!
|Me and my oldest granddaughter ... a long time ago!|