I ventured out to the mall (a rarity on my part, because I’m not a huge fan of malls) and was scouting out the make-up department for magic elixirs that would prevent wrinkles and fine lines.
The whole “fine lines” thing doesn’t sit well with me or my people. We are not fine line fans and fight them tooth and nail.
However, I am a huge fan of sunscreen and moisturizers in massive doses, and wearing a hat whenever I’m on the beach or hiking, biking or gardening.
And I will admit, I love me some good product!
Growing up on the beach, I learned from an early age of the power of the sun.
After more than my share of sunburns on skin that freckles instead of getting all tropically tan, I started wearing sunscreen and a hat religiously on the beach when I was 19, and it’s served me well. Plus - I really dig hats!
But I digress.
As I interviewed the ladies at Chanel, Lancome, Estee Lauder, etc. about their various potions and lotions, each told me I looked very good, but would look even better if I did two things:
- Buy their fabulous products & use them at least twice daily
- STOP WORRYING - Because worrying causes worry lines.
And my inner monologue was screaming: ALL I HAVE TO DO IS STOP WORRYING? REALLY?! Do you sell Stop Worrying in a bottle, because I'd totally buy that!
But my outer voice told them each the same thing: I have type 1 diabetes, I’m always worrying about something!
So if you have something that will make stop worrying about that- I'll buy it in massive doses!
That response tended to stop them in their tracks every time I said it, and each woman handed my some product samples, a business card & beauty product course of action, and parting words saying how very healthy I looked.
One lady even went so far as to say: WOW, you look like the picture of good health!
And my inner voice was like: 1. I have a feeling my health is better than yours - at least mentally. And 2, ARE YOU CRACK?
Instead, I smiled and said my goodbyes and left with my boatload of samples. I then continued to LOL ( to the point of almost snorting out loud,) as I walked to my car with the phrase: Stop worrying, repeating over and over again in my head.
The laughter continued as I found my car and got out my car keys - And I didn't give a shit about the laugh lines I was most certainly causing!