To Eyelash or Not to Eyelash
Another client, roughly my age, stepped into my salon looking brighter than ever. “Oh no, not another one,” I silently lamented as she batted her lovely Bambi lashed eyes at me.
I am talking about the current trend of eyelash extensions. And these clients of mine, are also my friends. We discuss life. I know them deeply and they know me and we care greatly for each other. It is not in anyway an indictment on them for choosing to indulge in this phenomenon. They look fantastic. In fact, I proclaimed to one, “Now we don’t have to get plastic surgery! For I have not seen anything liven and youth-ify the face like these!”
You must understand, I have 20 years of hairstyling under my belt. I have seen everything. I have intimately watched myself and others of all ages, age for 20 years. I may know as much as your gynecologist as to the possible challenges involved in hot flashes and other disturbing hormonal changes of “the change,” among every and all topics. Name a disease, I can tell you of countless stories of those who have experienced it, their optional treatments, and the emotional implications of such diseases, including death.
Back to the lashes: why the lamentation? Because it is another thing, dammit! Another way to try and escape the inevitability of aging! Another cost! As I said, I have seen a lot in my 20 years, and it is VERY disconcerting to me the pattern, the trend, to try and stave off age as if it is a dreadful disease! I am trying to embrace the reality of it. Accept myself and love myself through it, doing the best I can with what I have. I am finding it hard to balance what to do and not to do, because somewhere deep in my soul, it all feels like a facade and bull s–t! I don’t want to keep up like that anymore. I don’t want another expense in that category in my budget. What about the message we’re continually bombarding the young girls with?! Did I mention how amazing they look?! Do you see my dilemma. On top of all of it, my job is ensconced in image! Who am I to talk?! I make a living on image.
After coming face to face with my hypocrisy, I had to look deeper. At the same time, I had to put my non-judging glasses on. What is right for me is not right for everyone else. We each have to come to terms with what feels right for ourselves, and create the balance that works for us. The trend may be very real, and I may have some legitimate concerns. I think it is a topic worth discussion. Surely I cannot be the only one grappling with where I draw the line.
I quieted all the noise and dove into reflection. I was content with my lashes. I decided they were good enough for me. I was satisfied with how they looked. I cannot help but notice the lines around my smile, and I decided they were okay too. I still fit in my jeans from last winter, and although I would like to be about 8 pounds thinner, I am enjoying not starving myself, and my weight has maintained that weight fairly easily (meaning my regular amount of exercise and daily dark chocolate square keeps me in a comfortable range without feeling like I am in a constant state of food deprivation ). Beautiful hair is a priority for me. Hair is also a creative, artistic outlet that feeds my soul. And the deeper line between my brows that makes me look angry? I will continue to get my shot of dysport every six months. These are my boundaries. I feel good about them.
We must each make an assessment of our boundaries and priorities.
Our fast paced world and emphasis on beauty does offer some concern. Over and over again, with any topic, balance seems to stare me down. Yes, we want to look and feel pretty, but we also do not want it to rule our lives or provide the foundation for our self-esteem.
Eyelashes or not, I love you and think we are all beautiful!
Sunshine & Smiles,