How much pain can you endure in the name of beauty?
How much money are you willing to spend in the name of flawlessness?
This Saturday, my boyfriend and I booked some time at our favorite beauty centre for some overdue facials. I suggested he get a facial before he flies to Sydney for a business trip. I certainly didn’t want him facing his clients with blackheads all over >_<
We had Godiva’s vitamin C facial — our usual, of course. He was supposed to get the gentleman’s executive facial, but was informed it includes some whitening procedure so he opted for the vitamin C one instead. I kept telling him he’s so pale and he needs to stop using those skin care products with whitening stuff because he looks like a ghost already — I guess he took my words to heart. Finally. 🙂
I have had this service for many times already – and during my facial, I kept on wondering WHY. Why do I subject myself to this kind of torture?? Why do I pay P600 just to get all red and swollen?? I could feel my facialist digging deep into my skin with the comedone extractor (?), just to get the dirt out. I had to fight the urge to grab her hand and make her stop. I thought I already had holes on my face. I thought I had bleeding spots already. It certainly felt like that. It was so painful that the word ‘anesthesia’ flashed through my mind several times…XD
Some 15 agonizing minutes later, she was done with the torture and was surprised at how my face looked — I was red and swollen all over. I guess she panicked a bit, the way she talked to me. I assured her it happens all the time. I ALWAYS look like that whenever I get a facial. Like I stuck my head inside an anthill. Ick.
The redness and swelling took overnight to subside. When I woke up this morning, there were still some swollen spots, but not very noticeable. Maybe in 3-4 days, even the scabs on my forehead (where the cystic acne used to be) would have been gone already. Fingers crossed.
Will I go back again? Ask me in 3 months. By then, I would’ve forgotten about how bad it felt. 😉
