When Vanity Backfires

I don't consider myself a vain person.

I actually think I'm pretty low maintenance. In fact, I can probably get ready faster than a lot of men. But, like most people, there are some things I like about myself and some things that I don't.

As it turns out, I do have a little streak of vanity. Just a little one. I found a super great deal at the local Cosmetic Laser Surgery Center recently and I couldn't pass it up. In just two visits I can have all age spots, sun spots, and red blotchy areas zapped away. You may wonder how many age or sun spots I can possibly have at 32 (God bless you). Well, I didn't really think I had that many either until I was put under vivid lighting, had an extremely close-up picture taken of my face and then blown up on a computer monitor. It's shocking. Now I know why the consultation is free. Once you've seen what's really there, you can't just walk away.

My first appointment was at 7:30 this morning. Twelve hours later and I look like a train wreck. See, when you laser all these subtle imperfections in an effort to look good, they don't just go away. They blister and turn black. I have roughly 4,297 of them.

Allow me to paint you a picture....

Linda (my Laser Specialist) told me about a lady she recently treated. This lady had a couple treatments done and continued to work during the healing process (as am I). No one asked her about the change in her appearance and she didn't think much of it until her boss called her into the office to offer to send her to a drug rehab center. Her boss thought she was one of those meth addicts that scratches at imaginary bugs under their skin.

So, for the next two weeks I will be involuntarily playing the role of a slightly vain traveling meth addict. Yay!