Yesterday I decided to treat myself to some much needed ME time, and went to get a facial at a shi shi poo poo spa. When you walk in you are welcomed by the owner (a very small office) a petite, elderly Asian woman who whisks you off to a back room to disrobe and assume the position in the warm bed that awaits you.
I am just finding my zen when she walks in, starts pushing on my face and says, "Oh, I can tighten that up for you". Wo(that is for Jeanna)...step on the brakes, back that baby right on up; what needs tightening?. Here I am 37 years old, not concerned about aging, wrinkle lines or any of that, and I can't help but laugh at the situation. It's like going to a plastic surgeon to have a mole removed and having him/her say, "oh, I could do this and that, and you'd be amazing". Now all of these flaws I didn't know or care about are suddenly an issue that needs to be dealt with immediately. You go in with a high self esteem and leave feeling like crap-how ironic.
Anyway, as the 1 1/2 hour long facial proceeds she keeps telling all of the different costs to the things she is doing and she keeps finding new things to do to my face that cost more money. I had to keep myself from laughing, because every time she would add another treatment in my mind I had the cash register sound going off. Cha ching...here's another thing we can do..Cha ching.
Needless to say, I paid a pretty penny for my facial workout. It was, overall, very relaxing and I am happy to say that my self esteem is still intact. I am okay with the wiggle of my waddle.
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