Win $50 Visa GC from BlogHer & Olay
UPDATE: I won a $50 Visa from here.
Each blogger is also giving away a $50 Visa gift card so be sure to read them all for your chances to win!
Ends February 3, 2012.
Facial Hair Removal. I know I can't possibly be the only new mom
(can I still call myself a "new" mom 16 months in?) that struggles with
finding time for maintenance. Things like trips to the salon, pedicures,
brow and lip waxing, etc. In all honesty, I could find the time, but
sometimes when I have 30 minutes free, I just want to sit on my couch in
leggings and a t-shirt in the comfort of my home.
I'm not afraid to admit the behind-the-scenes actions I take to
feel feminine and beautiful on a daily basis. The steps I take to
prevent sweat, smell, and yes, unwanted facial hair. Every two weeks I
pull out my tube of smelly white cream and slather it over my upper lip.
I hate it; it stinks, it often causes redness and breakouts, and
usually leaves that part of my face numb for the rest of the day. Not an
enjoyable act, but it gets the job done.
Approaching 40 is a bitch. It simply is. Body parts are simply
not as bouncy as they once were. Roots turn a suspicious glittery
silver. And no, not the vampire silver kind. More gun metal gray. No,
not Anderson Cooper and George Clooney, rawr. Think Frau Hilda Frumapus.
Think Coach Beast.
Do you keep a pair of tweezers in your purse? Are you constantly
checking your face for the occasional hairy straggler? When someone says
“peach fuzz” do you think of your chin, cheeks, and upper lip instead
of a fruit? Ahem…guilty.
Let’s talk about hair for a minute. Unwanted hair. With so many
ways to manage it (and we really hope that you do!) it can get quite
confusing. Bleach? Wax? Laser? Thread? Tweeze? What’s a girl to do? I
was able to review the New Olay Smooth Finish Facial Hair Removal Duo
and found it to be an easy and quick at-home solution!
When I was a teenager I couldn’t wait to be a grown up. No one
would be there to boss me around or tell me what time to be home on a
Friday night. I could even stay up all night watching TV if I wanted.
And no more waiting thirty minutes after lunch to swim. Heck, I could
swim WHILE eating because you know why? I'd be a grown up, that’s why.
I'd be in charge of me.
"Secret Agent Josephine, you seem to have some hair growing on
your upper lip." What?!! Gasp! How did you know! How could you say such a
thing?!! Shocking! The truth is I do have mustache hair on my upper
lip. Not a lot, just a little. But I am a brunette after all, and such
things cannot be ignored.
Oh you guys. This is how committed I am to Project Put Together. I
am actually posting photos of my hairy mustache on the internet. Shame?
What's that? I seem to be out of it. It's a sad little secret I don't
talk about to my friends, but it's true. My name is Tresa, and I have a
mustache. I am very fair skinned, with very dark hair, so any trace
amount of peach fuzz would show up, but since I am also rather, um,
hirsute?
I have been dealing with unwanted facial hair for 15 years. I
have tried just about everything to make it go away: waxing, plucking,
cremes, gels, and recently laser hair removal treatments. I went to six
laser treatments with the understanding that if might not be successful
due to the majority of my facial hair being of the light variety. It
hurt like the dickens. I'm not sure the exact meaning of "the dickens",
but I'm pretty sure it might mean MORE THAN CHILD BIRTH. And it didn't
even work. Hair removal FAIL.
There are some women who don’t have to shave their legs every
day, whose arms don’t resemble those of a gorilla, and who don’t have
visible facial hair above their lip. I am not one of those women. I am
not sure who the boys inherited their moustaches from...George or me.
Now that I am back to working full-time, and living the
semi-single mom life, things can be a little crazy here. OK, a whole lot
of crazy! So time for taking care of me is a rare commodity. At the
same time, I really need to take care of myself and feel good about
myself. As I get older, I am becoming more aware of the importance in
taking care of my skin, and I've always admitted to being a little vain
about looking younger.
My magnifying mirror is sort of my best friend and my worst enemy
all rolled into one. When the mirror on my vanity is being a good best
friend, it helps me put on eye liner with amazing expertise. When the
mirror decides to turn against me it points out the tiniest bump, pore,
pimple, wrinkle, or god forbid, hair. I can deal with a pimple or even
the slightest of wrinkle. But hair, and I'm armed and ready with
tweezers, creams, and a bevy of other contraptions.
(This post was very hard for me to write; it required that I
reach way back into my past to a very painful time. These are the sort
of memories that aren't fun to dredge up, but they're real. And they're
part of who I am. I ask for your kindness as you read it; I humbly admit
the raw, scarred adolescent still lives inside me.)
As a woman I have struggled with feeling beautiful off and on
through my twenty-eight years of life, and I don't believe that to be an
uncommon battle. Part of being beautiful is radiating the confidence
that you actually believe you are. Fake beauty can be spotted. A small
portion of that confidence, I have found, comes from taking care of
myself. A little bit of pampering can do a lady good!
My Teenage Self would be horrified to know I now have to concern
myself with FACIAL HAIR, but it's true. Getting older, hormones, having
children-my body has changed, that's a fact. I mean, I don't have a
full-on beard or anything, but I do have some unsightly hair on my upper
lip from time to time. While it's not particularly noticeable to most
people, *I* notice it, and it makes me a bit self-conscious, especially
in the sunlight. EEK!
One of my chores when visiting with my elderly grandmother as a
young adult was to aid her in the removal of unwanted chin hairs. Her
sweet arthritic hands and failing eyesight kept her from adequately
doing the job herself. While I was always happy to help her in any way
possible, I do remember thinking to myself, "This is NEVER going to
happen to me!"
As you all know, I've been SUPER excited about reviewing a new
Olay product. I recruited my BFF to help me do the review, and we had a
great time with some GREAT laughs. First of all, getting older means you
start getting a little heavy on the granny facial hairs. There. I said
it. Facial hairs. Ugh. As if the wrinkles aren't bad enough.
It took 20 years and way more money than I'm willing to
acknowledge, but I think I have finally done it. I think I have finally
found the right combination of treatments to control my acne. *cue
angels singing* You guys, I can't even tell you how happy this makes me.
I've been battling acne since my teen years. Never severe acne, just
constant, unrelenting, scar-leaving acne. It has always been enough to
make me just short of insane. But it's mostly gone now! Hooray! Of
course, there's always a catch. ALWAYS.
I share a lot of personal stuff online. My kidney stones. The
state of my uterus. Birth stories. One time, I wrote a post here on my
blog about how I am really sweaty. That was pretty embarrassing. I
thought at the time it was probably the most embarrassing thing I was
ever going to write about online. I was wrong. Today, I am going to tell
you my deepest, darkest, personal secret, one I don't even think my
husband knows because I am so ashamed.
As the years pass, or rather the older I get, the more facial
hair I seem to have, and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. At
least my hair is blonde though and only really is visible in the
sunlight {though my husband loves to point it out to me when he notices
it} but I really feel for brunettes who have to deal with dark facial
hair from an early age.
I have never used Olay hair remover. From these testimonials it sounds like a wonderful product. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDelete~Jess
http://thesecretdmsfilesoffairdaymorrow.blogspot.com/