Last week as I was getting my eyebrows tended to I ran into my beautician {my eyebrow expert & beautician share the same salon}. My beautician, Natasha, is one of the nicest people ever. I adore her.
Through her I’ve learnt that your skin tells a story. If you’ve been neglecting your body, drinking too much {alcohol}, not drinking enough {water}, stressing, hormonal or eating too many sweets… it shows in your skin.
For the past 6 months my skin has been mediocre. It has it’s moments where it’s a little bit less-mediocre but it’s showing signs of stress.
As soon as I saw Natasha, I could tell that she was giving my skin the once over. After the hellos were done, she said, “Your skin is stressed”.
I nodded. I knew it was. Despite many efforts {creams, lotions, rose-hip oil, water, sunshine} I couldn’t get it to improve.
“Are you OK?” she asked, in the sweet, concerned way she always does.
“I’m fine,” I replied without putting much thought into it.
She looked at me with concern, and raised her eyebrows as if to say, “really?”.
I could feel the tears start to well, and my bottom lip start to quiver. Inside I was thinking, “Are you going to cry? Why are you even sad? You’re not sad. Don’t cry? What on earth is going on here?”
“Do you miss Shane?”
“I do. I really do,” I said as I wiped away the tears, “I just miss talking with him, laughing with him, I miss his company. I miss him”.
Natasha is one of those souls that just makes you feel comfortable, that genuinely cares, that can tell by one look at you {or your skin} that something is up, and she seemed to know {even when I didn’t} that something was bothering me.
Gives a whole new meaning to beauty therapy, doesn’t it?
