You are beautiful.
Stunning, in fact.
Hey, YOU…
Yes, YOU !!….
Did you know that you are the only person on earth that was meant to be YOU ?
That makes you pretty damn special and don’t you forget it.
It’s no secret that most of us are harder on ourselves than anyone.
Self talk can just suck it.
Don’t you wish the voice in your head was Anthony Robbins talking to you?
Uhhum. Yes. Yes again. Ditto on the YES department.
Since the Tonester-Robbins wasn’t whispering sweet nuttin’s in my ears, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
A girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do.
Beauty starts from the inside out, don’tcha think ?
Inner beauty just shines through.
Love that !
First things first.
Inside ~> Out beauty.
Second things second.
Your face.
If we are really swallowing the truth serum here, I can’t believe that I have never tried a spa treatment on meeeeee face. Never.
Not in my entire lifetime of turning 24 years old- TWICE.
Have you ?
What was I thinking all this time? Was I hit with the stupid stick ?
I wish I had a third leg so I could kick myself.
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I can guarantee you one thing -> taking yourself to the spa is amazeballs.
I’m talking facials here. I can’t speak for body massages. I’m not completely comfortable with whipping my clothes off and getting a rub down from a stranger. I was ok with that in University, but I’m over it now.
Never mind, Mom….don’t ask. *blush*
I’m from the family bush, not the family tree.
A facial though. Oh my. A facial.
I didn’t just try a cream slather facial, I tried a laser treatment and then I tried a gentle chemical peel.
It’s was a face-gasm. Times two.
Want to play a Q and A with me about your face ?
Let’s take this outside.
Q : Did you use baby oil and suntan for forever ?
A : Oh hells yeah.
Q: Did you ever get a sunburn ?
A : A billion times? The kind of sunburn where you thought you would never speak to yourself again? That kind of sunburn. The kind of sunburn where you swore you would never go out into the sun again for as long as you live? The kind of sunburn where if someone touched you, you would punch them in the face? Except you couldn’t move. Your sunburn hurt too much. Now we are talking the same language.
Q : Did you love having a golden glow all-summer-long ?
A : Busted. Winter time too? I laid outside on my deck during snow season sometimes as a kid. Seriously. In my sleeping bag. With Hawaiian Tropic slathered on my face. I must have been mentally challenged in my childhood. I’m surprised I’m still alive. I should technically be a 102 year old shrivelled up prune by now.
Q: Did you go to those fake sun tanning places and convince yourself that it was a good idea for a beautiful glow ?
A : Somehow I convinced myself that sun-tanned nuked body was necessary. Why oh why did I lay in a claustrophobic microwave tanning bed ? Add to that …the fear that the wall of bulbs above my body may crash and squish me like a pancake. Dumb Ass = Me.
Q: Have you been good to your face for-forever ?
A : Nope. Now I feel like a dope. A real dope. Guilty as sin for being mean to my face.
See, you are not alone.
I always knew that beauty came from within, but I still did stupid-ass stuff to my face and body while I had that beauty knowledge. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I was dropped on my head as a baby. It’s my mother’s fault, no doubt. :)
Here’s the deal: I figured out that I better start taking care of my face or it will fall off. I won’t be able to laugh at my laugh lines anymore. I will have to officially call them *gasp* wrinkles.
Nuff said.
Enough of that bullshit.
Create your own path for BEAUTY
It all started with my birthday. I decided to celebrate my birthday in Toronto AND this year I decided that my face was celebrating with me.
Why? I met two awesome gals by the name of Cate and Loribeth on twitter. Don’t laugh at me. I have met some of the most ahhhhmazing friends on twitter. They are definitely two of my twitter highlights. They are salt of the earth. I love them to bits. Twitter is one of those yummy places where you can get to know someone for a while and then you may want to meet them (IRL- In real life). Sound weird? It’s not so weird. It is epic fun.
For that, I should kiss twitter. Right smack on the lips.
I wrote about meeting friends on twitter here : Twitter ~ I could kiss you.
Come say hey to me on twitter ( @lynneknowlton ).
Unless you are a weird-o.
Then forget-ta-bout-it.
Want to hear about what I did with maaa face ?? My age spots are starting to fade. I can’t believe I just said the words age spots. Next thing you know, I will be talking about hemorrhoid creams. Ewhhh. Gross.
What have I learned ? It took me 48 years to be naughty to my face. It will take me at least 5 treatments to start to erase the naughtiness. Not so bad. Slow and steady wins the race. I’m learning that it makes sense to undo the damage on my face slowly.
Going to a clinic/spa is not as scary as you may think. I am a big chicken and I did it. Without tequila. Nobody needs to know you did it all in your bathrobe and your favorite fuzzy slippers.
Want to join me on my journey ? We can do this together. I have started with two treatments so far, so you have some catching up to do. I can help you out with that. Cate and LoriBeth from Tru Vitality Clinic will give you $40 off their signature facial if you mention my blog.
Woohoooo ! Celebrate !
Here’s what they offer :
- anti-aging
- collagen stimulating
- laser genesis
- intense hydration
It is a customized facial to repair the skin and give it a glow. There is only one other way to get a glow like that. Never mind. My Mom reads my blog. *blush*. She is already going to be mad at me for talking about sex and getting dropped on my head as a baby.
Here’s the other cool thing about Tru: They have a free e-book that is full of funky ideas and simple things that you can do for your face and body. The e-book blows common beauty myths out the door. It’s a real eye opener.
Your face will love you for it.
So will I.
Never mind. I already love you. You are reading my blog.
Now go forth and be beautiful.
On the inside and out.
Facial c/o Tru Vitality Clinic in Toronto
