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Less than Perfect
Once in every 45 days I make a sincere effort to visit parlour for my clean-up session. It is quite a task even though I just have to lie on the comfy bed and they do the dirty work. The parlour I go too is now the latest joint for newly acquired financial independent kids. People, who work here has broader job objective than just adorning or even the basis thing like eye-brow plucking.Their job also entails, paramountly, to make other confident girls insecure about themselves.I sure hope that I'm not the only victim of their constant destructive criticism. My skin bothers them more than it does to me.
My routine there is pretty much same not for them but for me.This tour often surfaces my social awkwardness and faux pas.As I approach the receptionist, she asks me to wait for 2 minutes inadvertently suggesting that it would be longer than 2 minutes. Now, I know that whenpeople say 2 minutes they will most definitely gonna take longer than 2 mins( I'm not stupid, Duh!) but Ididn'trealize that they will totally forget about my existence like I have no life. It is not that I had anything better to with my time but Ididn'twant them to know that!!!! But before I could to sum up courage, my presence was made notice. (this was 20 minutes later after the 2mins commitment).
I was shown to the room, which is also room where I'm going to witness my imminent assassination of self-esteem.I was asked to change and wait for 2 mins, again! As I wait patiently, I change to this totally uncool new one-time use inner exposing my bra strips. Anyways, the attendant arrives with adorning smile. I know the drill by now.
I have observed this people enough to know that they have no gumption whatsoever when they try to pitch you the ridiculously over-charged beauty-products and services. Deep-inside, they don't' care about the business, I think they are sadist. They only come to work so that they rip-off anyone's self-esteem and pulverize it and also make money out of it. No matter how hard you want to believe that their criticism is thoroughly professional, you also know that it is not true. Deep-down inside, you know that this people masquerading as professionals are nothing more than bullies.
Before, I lay down, she ask me for which service I'm here for. I tell her, but she sees the opportunity to attack and as any other predatory employee working there she makes best of it. She starts by suggesting me some fancy services, which by the way, I have tried and I can now say it with experience, it is most expensive waste of money.I say no, which only prompts her to maneuvers the discussion to my uneven skin tone.I usually use the standard script that I rehearse everytime I come here.
"Bleach! I can't use chemicals on my face."
OR
"I work in back-end process, so I can look hedious."
OR "TAN! What? That's my birthmark."
Anywho, we got over with "My low self-esteem been run-over" conversation. I thought I can be at peace now, but the lady was no quitter she incessantly kept persuading me to try something creepy andexpensive on my face(it's like she knew I won't tip her!!!!!!). She kept talking and I continue to pretend like I'm not listening. As she failed to get any business and must have sensed that I won't be tipping, she definitely got some sick pleasure by calling me hideous.
At this point, she was done with my clean up but that doesn't mean that she was done with me. Just when I thought that we are done here, the girl opens her mouth to impart another word of wisdom that supposedly will change my whole fruitless existence.
"You have a lot of tan"
"I have a dusky skin tone" I get slightly defensive, almost felt child-like.
"You don't bleach" she said smirk-faced, like I don't bath every day.
"No" I almost cried inside.
"You have a lot of facial hair"
Now, I have a lot of facial hair. SUICIDE! "I don't want to use Bleach on my face, I'm too young" I said so fast that I regretted even before completing the sentence.
She twists her face, but the wicked smile still there. "This is proper age, if you don't it now when will you do it". Like she thought 23 is new 30.
She was still jabbering and I was waiting for the right moment. Should I tell her my monthly pay now or should I wait for my brain to explode? Seeing that her effort to burn hole in my pocket was not as successful as shooting down my self-esteem, she gives up. "We are here to help you, but if you don't want to help yourself, than.." she stops dramatically and exits.
If thought I had enough of their destructive criticism to last for lifetime, I was wrong.I was, after all, in the world which was dedicated to make me feel like doormat. As I was making payment, the manager (Queen Bee) takes minute from her privileged megalomania life to say something about my skin. Suddenly, my face is like abstract painting on some art museum. Everybody is taking time to study it. The manager is this super-gorgeous with lady-like manners. At this point, the last thing I wanted was some pretty girl telling me how imperfect I was. This was "Coup de grace" that killed everything inside me.
I have to listen to Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" till I reached home to resurrect my low-esteem. Though, it took less than 2 hours to convalesce from the post-trauma disorder, I still don't understand what's the big deal is. How come people just assume that everybody wants to look good? People are as perfect as this world we are living in; they are gross and ugly even with their expensive clothes and immaculate personalities.This world has reached a point where people don't criticize you for your good. They do it to feel good about themselves.It is not just the people in the parlor I go too, but everywhere it is so competitive. I feel tired even waking up every morning, the life doesn't give me high like it used too. I used to wonder what it was, but I guess it's just people around me who shape up all moments. Good, bad and unremarkable moments but mostly bad.Everybody unanimously agrees that nobody is perfect but still they want to change everything around them as per their convenience. How superficial and vain and perfect people can be???? People don't observe they judge with theirstereotypically-bonded mind.
