Beauty confession time…
Totally another hairy situation confession here.
Last week I was following a discussion on a forum where someone was confessing to the worst uni-brow ever, sista I feel your pain girl.
Of course, alot of people jumped in proclaiming how hairless they were and how they never had a uni-brow problem in their life or any hair situation for that matter……liars!
So where’s the weird place you have hair growing?
Beauty confession time kids.
Gather round now….
There is one thing that is so very satisfying and evokes such an accomplisment in this Muse…..
I confess, I’m a product junkie. I don’t need an intervention, I’m not in denial, and I don’t need rehab. I already know I’m a junkie, I’m not denying I’m a junkie, I’m embracing the fact that I’m a junkie, and I do believe I’m a healthy junkie, seriously, beauty can’t be bad for you right?
This morning I was getting ready and I randomly started counting products and I looked at myself in the mirror and proceeded to gasp while I said out loud, “It Takes How Many Products To Get You Ready?”
Beauty confession….it takes ALOT of products to get me ready!
We all have flaws that bother us. Some folks have skin woes, some want to lose weight, some hate their unruly hair, etc…..As women we nitpick our features apart and yearn to change everything and anything.
But let’s get really personal and discuss hair. As in confess hairy situations……
Beauty confession time….
I was thinking about my many a trip and adventure through Sephora this morning. I noticed that every single time I hit up the mall or I walk past Time Square or 34th, I can’t pass a Sephora without walking in for a little lookiee. I wonder if this means I need some sort of intervention or worst therapy?
Picture the Muse laying on some shrink’s couch telling them, “Well it’s like this Doc, I can’t seem to pass by a Sephora without walking inside, it’s a compulsion of mine!”
Worst yet…I think I’m one of those people that hangs out at Sephora! GASP!