BLEMISHES AND CONCEALERS ("Conceal, Don't Let Them Know...")
This morning, after taking a shower, I noticed the small spots that have appeared on my face. I contemplated on them for a while. Some are black and small, and some are a little bigger and brown. Also, I noticed the fine wrinkles at the outer corner of my eyes, and they are visible when I laugh or smile. Not to be unnoticed, of course, were the dark circles around my eyes.
I sighed automatically but I did not even know why I did. I guess it was my body’s way of acknowledging that my once-smooth and blemish-free skin has become a thing of the past. I searched for the moisturizer and concealer in my bag and started applying a little makeup.
While I was carefully covering the dots with my concealer, I acknowledged that at my age, it is normal to have blemishes. For so many years I have already been exposed to the harsh elements---pollution, too much sunlight, dust, and who knows what else. Also, I have had a lot of sleepless nights and stressful days, and they account for the wrinkles and dark circles around my eyes. I am a grownup woman, hardened by the battles I fought and won, humbled by the battles I fought and lost. Why, then, would I expect to still have the young-looking and smooth skin I once had? I have lost my youthful looks, yes, but I also gained a certain kind of beauty that emanates from aging and wisdom. This is the beauty I have now, and this is the beauty that I embrace.
Who cares about the spots and fine lines around my eyes? That’s what concealers are for.
After carefully concealing the dots, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My lips were dry. Oh yes, I needed my lip gloss. Yes, my Pink Lolita Maybelline lip gloss.
With my spots carefully concealed and with some lip gloss on, I knew I was ready to face the day.
As I walked to the academy where I teach ESL, I anticipated what challenges the day would bring to me. Sometimes teaching can be draining. I have to deal with so many different personalities, I have to deal with so many different levels of English skills and present the same lesson in various ways and techniques. Yes, it can be draining and challenging. But, as an ESL teacher, I have to be careful not to let my emotions get in the way of my teaching.
And oh... suddenly, I recalled the best concealer that I always use whenever I am upset but I don’t want anybody to know it. That concealer is called smile.