All right, I confess: I’m kind of addicted to beauty products. Okay, maybe not actually addicted, but it’s definitely a habit. I can’t pass by a Sephora without feeling like a junkie passing by a crackhouse. And I have my own mother to blame for it!
Though her shoes may be from Payless, my mom always has Clinique and Estee Lauder on her face. Growing up, we were a “working class” family, and money was always tight, so she would take advantage of “Gift Time,” when she’d buy one product and get five smaller products for free; new face creams, mascaras, lipsticks. Several times, she asked me to pick them up for her while I was out, and she was as happy as a kid with ice cream when I came home with her free gifts.
When I was around 12, she tried to get me to wear makeup. “You’re too pale!” she would say, “You need some color on your face!” I thought she was nuts. I didn’t feel the need to impress anyone, because I had no interest in boys, so I really fought her on it. As boy-crazy teens, my sister and I often borrowed my mom’s products, so much so that she had to buy us some of our own. I knew I was hooked when, upon losing my first job, I spent my last bit of money at Macy’s on a new facial cleanser, moisturizer, and foundation–and instantly felt better.
I find my thrill for beauty products so ridiculous, because, like my mom, I couldn’t care less about clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry. I have to force myself to shop for these things, and I dread doing it. If it were up to me, I’d wear T-shirts, jeans, and sweatshirts to work, if not pajamas and slippers. But I’d probably still feel amazing when I have Dior on my face. And, hey, no one has to know….
Posted on December 18, 2012, in Daily Prompt, Humor, Life and tagged beauty, beauty products, childhood, guilty pleasure, humor, makeup, money, mother, postaday, skincare, teen, women. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.