My skin looks its best in shopping centre toilets. I mean, it looks amazing. I always look tanned and glowy and fresh whenever I look up as I’m washing my hands. I am constantly taken aback when I look at myself in those mirrors at how good my face looks.
I look shocking at the hairdresser. No matter what make up I wear it never seems to be enoughed and any quick glance highlights how tired I look. How I’m getting old. How I don’t look right but the 21 year old getting ombred ends next to me looks perfect.
I was at the movies today with my friend when I had one of the first experiences. I looked up and I looked good. When I was driving over to her place to pick her up so we could see Les Miserables (IT IS ALL SINGING) I was putting eyeshadow, mascara, concealer on. I know I have a spot, some scars and a little patch of tiny burst capilliaries on my left cheek. I didn’t look so crash hot in the car. But in that mirror I looked my best.
I spend so much time on my skin and face. I use about 20 products on it each day. I spend hundreds of dollars on up keep. I pretty much wear make up every single day. So why am I surprised when it looks good? I wonder if in all that primping and preening whether I’m so focused on the tiny things, I fail to look at the bigger picture. Which, while I am not and never will be Miranda Kerr, really isn’t all that bad.
(I stand buy the hairdresser mirrors though. Those things are a disgrace.)