And I wish I was talking about sex, as my first time was pretty much below average.
In this case, I mean botox, of course, and I will sure not forget my first (and probably last) shot at it.
After having finally succumbed to this anti-ageing "miracle", or so people call it, I went ahead and "botoxed" my face. I had gone for a normal, harmless consultation at a (new) dermatologist and we then decided to go on with it - on the spot.
During the process, I thought of a joke I heard a few times as a child that goes like "if it's offered for free I'd even take injections in my forehead".. and kind of puzzled, I realised that there I was, PAYING to get injections in my forehead!!!
For most people the result of my venture might go unnoticed (not to Patrick, it sure did not) but I feel like I have a few paralysed spots in my face and a "devilish" look with ONE very high eyebrow...! Kind of a naughty, suggestive look 24/7 !?!
Now... is this whole vanity madness not a marvelous, contradictory contrast to the lighting up of incense, meditating and chanting mantras (next to hairy-armpit women) in my Iyengar class?!
The beauty lies in seeing the absurdity of the situation and NEVER to stop having a good laugh at it.
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