mirror, mirror on the wall
By feelingbeachie on April 07, 2012
It is funny, how our minds work. Without fail, ever since I read my friend, Darcie’s post last year, about how a simple eyebrow wax went terribly wrong, I can’t lay down on the waxing table without thinking of her fiasco.
As I close my eyes in preparation for the hot wax to be spread across my brow, her words float across my mind. I always send up a silent prayer to the beauty gods that I will leave the nail salon unscathed. My prayers have worked. That is until Wednesday.
I was planning on waiting to get my brows looked after on Friday morning. After all, I was off from work, and I figured that it would be the perfect time for a little beauty pick-me-up. But, as I drove past the nail salon Wednesday evening, and noticed that I managed to make it there before their closing time, I couldn’t resist stopping in. After all, my eyebrows were so neglected that my new unibrow was scaring me!
I was immediately ushered into the back and the lady that always does my waxing went to work. It seemed to have taken longer than usual, but I wasn’t concerned, not really. After all, I knew I had a forest on my forehead. I just tried to relax and put Darcie out of my overworking mind.
Unlike all the times before, when the woman was finished with the wax, she didn’t hand me a mirror to check out her handy work. A little synapse fired off in my brain… Didn’t that happen to Darcie? But, I didn’t stress over it. I discounted my fear… After all, it was late. The salon was closing. The woman just wanted to save the time and go home to her family.
I paid for my wax, and went into my car to drive home. I pulled down the sun visor and glanced in the mirror and I saw it. One eyebrow was perfect. The other, was so over worked that it was crooked, making me look like I was raising it in that look of shock or confusion. I blinked my eyes in rapid succession, trying to erase the vision. Maybe I was doing it…. I relaxed and looked again. Nope. One eyebrow was totally arched up.
Since there was no excess hair to remove, fixing wasn’t an option, so I drove home. My husband, Marc, was sitting in the den when I arrived, Alex the cat on his lap, sipping a glass of wine. After a quick kiss hello, I commanded him to look at me.
“Oh, you had your work done,” he said in a casual, nonchalant way.
“Yeah,” I answered. Anger and panic seeping through my tone, “and look what they did!”
Marc peered in for a closer look. “What?” He questioned.
“My eyebrow! Look what she did. It is totally crooked and I look like I am in shock.”
“Hmm,” Marc muttered as he nodded his head. “You are right, but I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t point it out to me.”
The night passed. As Marc and I were getting ready for bed, I started staring at my reflection in the mirror, disgusted. “Look at this!” I commanded.
And Marc did. “You know, if you didn’t keep telling me how bad your brow looks, I wouldn’t even realize there is a problem. But, if you keep reminding me about it, you bring my attention to the fact that it is crooked, and then I see it. So, maybe you should try to forget it…”
As always, I hate to admit it… He has a point….
Do you see yourself the same way others see you, or are you focused on your perceived flaws?
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