I have to setup this story but first declaring that I am NOT vain lol.
But I’ve started to get in the habit of making time for regular appointments with an esthetician.
(I think that’s fancy for skin care specialist).
It all started with a groupon I tried for laser hair removal that brought me into this Chicago spa that I am now so in love with.
So much so, that I have branched out into facials.
I haven’t been good about going regularly, but this year I’ve decided to make more of an effort, because I’ve noticed just how much better my skin is with proper care.
Well last week, I went for my monthly appointment and instead of a relaxing 30 minute session, my esthetician said she was going to give me a leave on treatment. It was so quick I didn’t realize what was happening.
It took literally 3-5 minutes. She did the microdermabrasion, applied something that burned, and then said she was putting some retinol on top of that.
“Are you feeling ok? Is it still burning?” She asked me.
“Nope it feels fine”. I replied.
Then she said I was good to go and told me not to wash it off and leave it on until the next day.
She also mentioned something about my skin becoming “flaky”. I didn’t pay much attention, because I am used to how retinoids can cause your skin to peel as it reveals fresher skin. I also was feeling bummed at the short session.
Luckily it was an evening appointment so I went home and slept with the treatment soaking into my face.
The next day everything was fine. I didn’t notice any peeling and I thought smugly “she probably didn’t put enough product on, or maybe my skin doesn’t need to peel”.
Friday morning as I went to drop my daughter off to school, I stayed for an open house with the principal.
There were a few other parents there, and one mom kept looking at me and smiling awkwardly. I thought she wanted to say she was Muslim too, because that’s usually my experience. But nothing happened.
I walked around the school looking at the kids projects while the principal filled us in on all the latest things happening with the school.
My 4 year old was with me and was fidgety, so I was glad when the meeting was over and I could head home.
As we walked home I felt like my face was a little dry, but didn’t think much of it.
By the time we got home, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “WHAAAAAttt…. Lulu did you notice mommy’s face peeling?”
I said it more to myself than to her, she was busy in the living room playing with her toys.
Meantime, I was busy observing that my entire face was shedding.
Not to be gross, but it was like I had taken Elmer’s glue to my face and let it dry. If you’ve ever used the glue, you’ll know what I’m talking about…when it dries on skin it comes off in patches.
All I could do was laugh at this point, because I realized I had passed so many people that morning who probably thought I had some skin condition.
When I mentioned it to my husband later and complained that no one said anything to me, he put it in perspective. “What do you want them to say? Your face is peeling?”
True. There is nothing I could really expect them to say to me. I am laughing now as I think of how silly that would sound.
What I learned is that I need to pay more attention to the esthetician, and possibly take more care of looking at myself in the mirror before I leave the house.