Don't Judge Me
Sometimes when I'm feeling extra delusional, I convince myself there's a "New York Times" bestseller sitting on the tip of my tongue that goes something to the tune of "Confessions of Beauty Product Addict," where I poignantly share my love hate relationship with said products to, in the end, reveal a deep retrospective on how we all try and fill voids in our life with tangible objects. I then go on Oprah and declare that I am giving up all my beauty products. Tears, laughter and joy exudes from the studio audience …
Then I stop daydreaming and realize that living without beauty products for 30 days, like one of our writers did, would turn me into a basket case shivering in the corner and foaming at the mouth. Because truth be told, I'm addicted. It's true, you should see me. I scour the drugstore beauty aisles like a rabid junkie looking for my next lipstick/nail polish/mascara fix. There are upsides and downsides to this dependence:
Upsides - It makes me
Downsides - It makes my wallet
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Basically I am telling you all this because I want to start a support group. A "safe place" where we, the "beauty product obsessed," can share tales of indulgence to shock, amuse, and lend a helping hand to each other.
So I will start with my first confession and hope it will inspire you to share one of yours:
I, Anna, once went to a Macy's department store where they were giving away makeovers. Got one and bought two of the products used. THEN, went to the bathroom, REMOVED the makeup (DESPITE LOVING THE LOOK) and went back for another makeover at a different counter just so I could excuse purchasing the next three items I wanted. Yup. That's me -- Beauty. Product. Obsessed.
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