The skin I'm in
You remember how, a while back, I went to an Arbonne party? Well, something happened there that gave me pause. When I asked the sales rep to talk to me a little bit about their facial care line, she asked me how old I was. I told her I was 31.
Then she said, "Well, then you should really be looking at our anti-aging skin care line."
Say what? Anti-aging? Seriously? I don't FEEL any older, although I guess it's a slow, cumulative thing. I was just surprised to hear someone steering me to the anti-aging cream, I guess. I've always just washed my face and put on a daily moisturizer, and that's about it.
Needless to say, I didn't buy their $200 anti-aging skin care system right then and there, but her comment DID make me think about how I'm getting older and need to be taking better care of myself if at all possible. So, I scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist. I wanted to talk to somone who's actually degreed in helping folks care for their skin, not just a salesperson looking to make a commission. Plus, I'd never been to a dermatologist before. I wanted someone to check me over and make sure everything looked all right.
I went to my appointment yesterday, and the first thing the doctor did was check my skin. As she was doing that, she noticed three small moles under my left arm. I'd never thought too much about them, other than always having to be careful not to slice them when I was shaving. The doctor asked if I wanted them removed, and I was like, "I guess so. They are kind of a nuisance because they are in a weird place."
Before I knew it, she was snipping those things off with a pair of SCISSORS!! I thought moles were supposed to be burned off, or frozen off or something civilized like that. I felt like John Wayne in one of those old Westerns, sitting in that exam chair with my arm hoisted above my head. I needed a bottle of whiskey and a saddle strap to clench between my teeth. Or, at the very least, a hunky cowboy to hold my hand and promise he'd tell my mama I loved her.
Anyway, after that, we had a consult, and I left with lots of good information and TONS of samples to try. I feel like I'm at the mercy of the beauty industry to a much lesser degree, and hopefully, what I learned will help me protect my skin.
And if I should ever find myself at a beauty products party again (not bloody likely), I will be better armed. ;)
Then she said, "Well, then you should really be looking at our anti-aging skin care line."
Say what? Anti-aging? Seriously? I don't FEEL any older, although I guess it's a slow, cumulative thing. I was just surprised to hear someone steering me to the anti-aging cream, I guess. I've always just washed my face and put on a daily moisturizer, and that's about it.
Needless to say, I didn't buy their $200 anti-aging skin care system right then and there, but her comment DID make me think about how I'm getting older and need to be taking better care of myself if at all possible. So, I scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist. I wanted to talk to somone who's actually degreed in helping folks care for their skin, not just a salesperson looking to make a commission. Plus, I'd never been to a dermatologist before. I wanted someone to check me over and make sure everything looked all right.
I went to my appointment yesterday, and the first thing the doctor did was check my skin. As she was doing that, she noticed three small moles under my left arm. I'd never thought too much about them, other than always having to be careful not to slice them when I was shaving. The doctor asked if I wanted them removed, and I was like, "I guess so. They are kind of a nuisance because they are in a weird place."
Before I knew it, she was snipping those things off with a pair of SCISSORS!! I thought moles were supposed to be burned off, or frozen off or something civilized like that. I felt like John Wayne in one of those old Westerns, sitting in that exam chair with my arm hoisted above my head. I needed a bottle of whiskey and a saddle strap to clench between my teeth. Or, at the very least, a hunky cowboy to hold my hand and promise he'd tell my mama I loved her.
Anyway, after that, we had a consult, and I left with lots of good information and TONS of samples to try. I feel like I'm at the mercy of the beauty industry to a much lesser degree, and hopefully, what I learned will help me protect my skin.
And if I should ever find myself at a beauty products party again (not bloody likely), I will be better armed. ;)
Comments
AAARRRRRGGG!!
That had to hurt. I'm like you I thought they froze them off-guess not!
Yeeesh.
And I've been using anti-aging care since 23, so you're not old. It's much easier to protect and prevent than to correct. :)