Beauty Tips For Body Care
Lately, my skin has been doing really well, I’m proud of my progress and routine and I’m getting to focus on nitpicking parts of my skin, which is a great feeling. For Christmas, my mom bought me a voucher for a facial which I used today at a spa at a well known resort. I left the facial with really bad, really painful chemical burns across my cheeks, feeling utterly humiliated. But it’s not the burns that make me feel the worst, it’s know that I knew enough to protect myself and didn’t.I should’ve been tipped off to the low quality of the place by the fact that the facialist didn’t once patch test any of the products she was using. Beforehand, I didn’t have to sign any waivers, fill out any surveys, or earn her of any skin sensitivities or allergies. All she asked was what skin concerns I had (I told her: dry skin, mild potential rosacea). From that moment, I should’ve put the breaks on the treatment.Then she started layering on heavily scented cleansers; the fragrances were so strong my eyes were watering and my nose stung. I knew these products would be filled with denat alcohol (which irritates my skin), but I said nothing.Then she literally scrubbed my face with a Clarisonic so brusquely my cheeks were stinging afterwards. Still, I just kept quiet.Then she said she was putting pineapple on my face. This didn’t trigger any warning bells in my head, a facialist I used to go to used a really great balm that smelled like pineapples and didn’t upset my skin, so I wrongly assumed it was the same thing. Nope! She was putting pineapple juice on my face. It stung and stung and stung, and I didn’t say a word.She layered several more things on my face, each one stinging more than the last and each one causing a chemical reaction so severe it felt like my face was on fire. I didn’t say anything.When I finished the facial, I said thank you, merry Christmas, and went away. I burst into tears. My poor, long suffering mother had to deal with the front desk for me — I caught a glimpse of the burns in the mirror and my twenty one year old ass just started sobbing. I had to hide my face in my sweater and run up to our hotel room so I could cry more.The redness has mostly died down my mom says, though my skin is still sore and hot to the touch. I’ve avoided mirrors all day, just lathered Vaseline onto the burns. I feel like a complete fool. There were so many moments when I shoved pumped the breaks and didn’t, and I just feel so stupid.I don’t know what the point of this is, really, just wanted to get it off my chest. Guess I’m going to have to double my slug life for a bit to help heal the burns. And put towels over all my mirrors.
Girls Blog 2015
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