“You know, you can get your face fixed for $500,” a to be un-named woman said to me last Sunday.
I just stared at her.
“You probably have so many wrinkles because you like the sun,” she continued.
“They just inject you right here,” and she pointed to her face. “But you would probably need several since yours is so bad.”
I got up from the table and cleaned up the dishes. I didn’t say a word. My mind was spinning. I’ve got to get out of here, I thought.
“I’m leaving,” I said suddenly.
“You just got here,” they said. “why are you leaving?”
“Umm…….I don’t feel well. I have a stomach ache.”
“Why? What from? Stay a while. We can talk.”
“It’s GAS,” was the only thing I could thing of. “It’s better for all of us if I leave.”
That shut them up.
And I left.
I drove home looking in the mirror. My left side definitely has more wrinkles. That must be the side that’s most in the sun. What have I done to myself? I got into my pajamas and got into bed even though it was only 6:30 PM.
Of course I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t shake my agitation of feelings of being an old, ugly, wrinkled loser. She’s right. I ruined my skin in the sun. And since I really don’t want to spend $500 or get injections in my face, I will just stay UGLY for the rest of my life. And get worse as I age. Oh well. Ho hum. Such is the life of an englishmum………………..
I felt bad for the rest of that night, and the next day.
Tuesday I sent her a text.
“Request: the next time you want to tell me my face needs help, please don’t. I am not going to spend the money on treatments, and now I feel very old ugly and wrinkled.”
Her response: “Who this message belongs to?”
“You. I am feeling bad about my face!!!”
“Because I’m looking at my wrinkles that you said I needed to fix.”
“All I said was u can do little help. It’s only $169. And for me you really have a beautiful face.”
“I thought it was $500.”
“Vitamins cost the rest.”
“But it’s not local.”
“I can find out where they do it here. Would you like me to?”
“If it’s easy.”
“Yes. It’s easy. Love you.”
And that was that.
I felt a little better. But I still keep looking at my wrinkles. More than ever.
I think when I am insulted I am so stunned I don’t know what to say. I don’t like to tell people I’m hurt but I sort of did this time.
I’ve got a long ways to go, but at least I’m moving.
Thanks for listening. Happy New Year’s!!!!