Face Value
May I start by saying I'm the last person anyone would expect to be lining up for Botox. I've always been into natural health and I guess beauty - but that only goes so far... right?!
It began last year when a few of my older friends had it on firm rotation. Even though they looked fab it didn't get me jumping straight away. It was the combination of feeling like a rebel and the reality that my frown lines were coming in for a permanent stay. Who wants to look angry, anyway? Not me, so I booked. It was such a surreal experience when I look back on my first time. The numerous needles and quick jabs in such a short space of time was like grabbing a very expensive cup of coffee to go, but way more satisfying. Within a few hours of the treatment I could no longer frown. I was amazed that my body responded so quickly considering they say it normally takes 2-4 days.
I didn't tell my husband the first time, just two friends. It was sort of naughty considering my husband knows everything about me, but he didn't even notice so I left it as secret women's business. He compliments me constantly anyway so it was part of the "your skin is looking good". I'm sure he put it down to the mask mania that was going on in our house for days before and after the treatment. It makes me laugh just thinking about it. However, for my second time I thought I better fess up and tell my husband what I had done in the past and what I was about to do in 5 minutes. By prefacing the conversation with "I have a confession..." I was able to make botox sound like I was going to the convenience store if you know what I mean.
By the third time I thought I was such a pro that I'd slip it into my schedule without telling anyone. As a self-confessed botoxer I didn't feel it was really necessary to highlight my every move. It was all too easy until I went to pay. My wallet was no where to be found so I was forced to do the dreaded. I called my HUSBAND to use his credit card. Shall we say caught in action! Pretending I was at the grocery without the normal sounds in the background wasn't going to cut it so I fessed up.
My confessions are pale in comparison to the response I got after telling a really good friend that I had gotten botox. She paused and said, "I've got a confession too. I've been getting it for the past two years." How could I not know this? Then I realized as much as we talk about botox being the new coffee, it's still underground even in the tightest of circles. Do you tell?
May I start by saying I'm the last person anyone would expect to be lining up for Botox. I've always been into natural health and I guess beauty - but that only goes so far... right?!
It began last year when a few of my older friends had it on firm rotation. Even though they looked fab it didn't get me jumping straight away. It was the combination of feeling like a rebel and the reality that my frown lines were coming in for a permanent stay. Who wants to look angry, anyway? Not me, so I booked. It was such a surreal experience when I look back on my first time. The numerous needles and quick jabs in such a short space of time was like grabbing a very expensive cup of coffee to go, but way more satisfying. Within a few hours of the treatment I could no longer frown. I was amazed that my body responded so quickly considering they say it normally takes 2-4 days.
I didn't tell my husband the first time, just two friends. It was sort of naughty considering my husband knows everything about me, but he didn't even notice so I left it as secret women's business. He compliments me constantly anyway so it was part of the "your skin is looking good". I'm sure he put it down to the mask mania that was going on in our house for days before and after the treatment. It makes me laugh just thinking about it. However, for my second time I thought I better fess up and tell my husband what I had done in the past and what I was about to do in 5 minutes. By prefacing the conversation with "I have a confession..." I was able to make botox sound like I was going to the convenience store if you know what I mean.
By the third time I thought I was such a pro that I'd slip it into my schedule without telling anyone. As a self-confessed botoxer I didn't feel it was really necessary to highlight my every move. It was all too easy until I went to pay. My wallet was no where to be found so I was forced to do the dreaded. I called my HUSBAND to use his credit card. Shall we say caught in action! Pretending I was at the grocery without the normal sounds in the background wasn't going to cut it so I fessed up.
My confessions are pale in comparison to the response I got after telling a really good friend that I had gotten botox. She paused and said, "I've got a confession too. I've been getting it for the past two years." How could I not know this? Then I realized as much as we talk about botox being the new coffee, it's still underground even in the tightest of circles. Do you tell?
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