Here’s a confession that is hard to admit:
I had work done.
I admit it. I’ll also admit that it’s taking everything I have not to type a million little disclaimers like “I don’t do it regularly” and “it’s only because my friend gives me a discount”…blah blah blah. Why is it that those of us who get a little “freshen up” seem to feel like we have to hide it? For me, I think I feel like by admitting that, it takes away any credit for “natural beauty” I may have. But who is taking away that credit? Probably other women. Other women also getting work done. 😉
I got some botox and filler put in my face/lips two days ago. No one would ever know about the botox, but due to the filler, my lips swelled up to the size of Mushmouth from Fat Albert. I could barely talk.
This morning I had traffic duty for my kids’ school. Trying not to talk, for me, is already an almost impossible feat….throw in the intoxication of authority (Traffic Duty,) and I’m a goner. I had actually made it through the entire carpool process with barely a face to face interaction…and then 2 moms had questions. For me! What’s crazy is that these are two moms I am friends with. We’ve shared wine together and war stories of parenthood. I know that at least one of them also gets work done. At least one of them also does that Brazilian hair straightening thing. And yet, I admitted nothing. Nothing when every word I said regardless of how it was spelled, seemed to start with the letter B. Nothing when their eyes dropped to my lips multiple times. The entire time, my head is screaming:
“For the love of God, just say something! Just get it out there! They see it! This elephant cannot be hidden!”
I didn’t though. Instead I never looked them in the eye and tried to keep my head to one side as if only seeing half of my face would somehow hide the truth.
I HAD WORK DONE!
I walked away from that encounter with a need to scream it from the roof tops. I HAD WORK DONE! (of course everyone already knows. I’m not fooling anyone when my lips get to the destination a good 2 minutes before the rest of me.) That’s why I wanted to shout it. It’s no big deal!
Don’t worry. The swelling will go down. It’s already starting to, see?
And in two more days no one will even notice that I did anything at all. Except for the fact that I am writing about it here. But when the swelling goes down, I hope the lesson I’ve learned will remain. What’s the lesson?
Don’t have traffic duty the day after you have work done.
No, that’s not right. The lesson is:
Don’t feel shame for doing things that make you feel better about yourself.
And definitely don’t ignore the massive swollen elephant in the room because you aren’t actually “saving face.” Embrace it.
Disclaimer: I am not consistent with my botox etc. I only get the filler to decrease mouth lines. My good friend gives me a discount. I still have natural beauty. I’m not that old.
Disclaimer #2: The first disclaimer shouldn’t even matter. And yet I still want to have it in here. Damn.
I don’t know why people get work done! Just be happy with who you are thin lips and all!