I Might be Imperfect... But Do I Really Need People to Remind Me?


Some things frighten the hell outta me. Like visiting the beauty salon and make up counter. Somehow they always manage to make me feel helpless. And I don't have what you call "inferiority complex". I'm far from it, but I'm deviating from the main topic.
Maybe it's stated in their job description. People in beauty salon want the customers to spend more and more money. So they'd do many things to achieve that goal. One trip to the beauty salon to cut my hair, and they'll start fussing about my appearance.

"You should've visited us more often, you know! Look, your hair longs for regular creambath," one lady said, to my annoyance. Her hair looked like a combination of a male lion after fighting a fierce pack of hyenas. The color was undistinguishable. I deduced it must be magentaish purplish mahoganish brown.

"Why don't you take a facial as well? Your facial skin has many spots on them. Don't you ever use sunblock when you go out? Now the only remedy is taking facial regularly." Another chided me. Her make up was so thick, I could hear her pores screamed for help. Heaps of would-be pimples sprouted here and there.

"Your skin color is uneven, one of these days you should be scrubbed thoroughly using lulur method." Somebody else added. Words alone wouldn't be able to illustrate the condition of her skin. Far from being shiny and fair.

How about the heavily scented and made up ladies at beauty counters? They're even worse. They'd look at me from head to toe then start telling me what needed to be done.

"Your lips, their form is far from perfect. With this lipliner and lipstick, using a special kind of brush that our brand offers, will fix that in less than a minute."

Before I could utter even a single syllable, another rushed in, "You should do something to your eyebrows. Pluck them well... untidy eyebrows are so uncool."

"But..." I started to interrupt.

"Look at this eyeshadows and blush, perfect for you. They'll cover the spots on your face." They bombarded me with many details, hoping to weaken me so I'd be tempted to buy the products they were offering.

They said more gibberish but this time I was determined. "But I only wanted to ask where the nearest restroom is!" I shouted, on the verge of madness.

They mumbled some words that I failed to identify. I thought I was on the winning side till one of them said, "After visiting the restroom on your right, make sure to visit us, okay? You definitely need these make ups."

I could only roll my eyes in frustration.

I don't know... maybe it works for some people. But me? Definitely no. I'm happy just the way I am. And as a normal person, I just hate to hear people telling me how imperfect I am.

Even though that fact is true.