I spotted them immediately. Actually, I know where their stalking spot is, but I still have to walk by it.
It makes me feel like a character in Three Billy Goats Gruff where the goats have to get over the bridge or get eaten by a troll.
These… are the modern day trolls.
Who, you might be wondering, do I speak of?
The “skin care” people staked out in kiosks at the mall eager to push on you all of their products. They can be unrelenting in pursuing “customers”.
To get to my favorite stores, I have to be able to successfully navigate through them, much like the goats crossing the bridge in Three Billy Goats Gruff….
It was a lovely day and I was out shopping with my daughter. We had successfully made it through but it was on the way back I got caught by the um… troll ? All I can say is, I wasn’t fully on my game that day, perhaps I was distracted talking with my daughter but regardless….
He quickly handed a sample off to me and turned around telling me to wait.. and in my head I’m yelling… “they always, and only, give you one sample… run!”
Yet, somehow, before I knew it, I was planted in his chair listening to him talk to me in some exotic accent as he applied some cream all under my eye proclaiming how it would “help me”
He then produced a picture of a woman, that I kid you not, was in her 80’s with deeply lined wrinkled skin and huge puffy bags under her eyes.. he waves it in my face…
“Do you see this? ” he proclaims…
I choke out.. “are you saying I look that BAD???”
He tells me “no” he’s only trying to show me a “results” picture for his product.
Like, why wouldn’t he show me something I could relate to better ?
Anyway, he keeps babbling on and on about his amazing product and how I’m going to love it…then he says… “Now, I’m going to let you look in the mirror. Please don’t scream.”
I ask him… ” Why? Am I going to look as bad as that woman you just showed me ?”
He tells me no, I will look much better… geez… I left the house that day thinking I looked pretty good….all the sudden I was wondering if there might be a bag I could drop over my head… like I was out in public looking like some gargoyle.
He shows me the mirror and honestly, I can’t tell a huge difference.
I didn’t scream. I did feel like I had someone constantly pulling at the edge of my eye, which was annoying.
He then says proudly, “AND you can use this and not have to use Botox!”
I looked at him and said… “never, in my life, have I considered doing that”
He looked stunned. He looked …well… shocked… he sputtered out… “Really? But don’t you want to look better?”
I told him I wanted to be me, and really, all I honestly wanted was to age gracefully.
No Botox. No surgeries to change my face. No weirdo stuff.
I listened for a bit as he went on … his whole speech really designed to make me ( or anyone ) in his chair feel bad about how they looked… and that using his product would fix me and make me “better” ( his words… “oh, you are a very lovely woman, but I can make you look so much better!”)
He asked me what product I wanted to buy… the one for my face or the one for my hands he had used.
I stood up and told him neither… I hadn’t gone out that day needing any of his products to make me “better”…. and I left.
So let’s get to this … this whole belief right now that seems to permeate so much of the world….all kinds of things from small to extreme in a quest to “stay” young or look it… the attitude that says age and maturity are not “good”, and that you aren’t good enough or you’re somehow “flawed” if you have signs of living life, or the things that make “you” who you are mean you’re “flawed” or you need surgeries to fix all of the things that are somehow wrong with you…… seriously.
First, I will straight up say, I do what I can to maintain my body and my health. Of course I want to look as good as I can “for my age”. Who shouldn’t or doesn’t want to ?
I have a young, energetic attitude and personality and don’t intend to give that up any time soon…
I’m also smack in the zone of “middle aged womanhood”.
I don’t need to look 20ish… I’m not. I’ve had lines on my forehead for my entire life that are genetic ( mom, grandmother, and I’m sure my great grandmother) probably had too. I don’t need a cream to make them go away… it’s a part of who I am….
Those small laugh and smile lines? Why would I want to hide the years in my life of laughing, smiling, joy and happiness ?
Why was I listening to a total stranger try and convince me I’m not good enough as I am??
Why do we listen to society or let current beliefs try and convince us we aren’t good enough ? Worse yet, why are we left feeling like we need to apologize???
This is so prevalent in the world today. You don’t have to look but as far as the nearest magazine or internet story to see all the ways you can get fixed or be made “better”.
I’m not talking about things like… if you need to lose weight to be healthy or do things to keep you well… those are health issues… not superficial issues….
Do the things you like that make you feel good about yourself, there is nothing at all wrong with that.
There’s a big difference in doing things for yourself that make you feel good, or doing things because someone has pointed out you have “flaws” that need fixed.
Take care of your body, maintain your health, physical, spiritual, and emotional. We get one body to use in this world so we need to care for all aspects of it.
Aging is a part of life. How we embrace it and approach it largely depends on each of us.
Yeah, I’m 50ish, yeah I’m perfectly good with it. I’ve lived life and I’m grateful for such a gift.
Whether or not some stranger thinks I have something that needs to be made “better” is totally irrelevant to me.
There’s a lot more to who I am … and besides…. I can still rock the heck out of a little pair of shorts and a tank top so I’m good with that 😉
The whole “you aren’t good enough the way you are” is nonsense. We aren’t flawed or lacking or inadequate.
Stop listening to lies. Live empowered.
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