The Skinny on My Skin

Have you ever dreamed of walking on the moon?  Probably the closest you can get to doing a Neil Armstrong is by looking at my face.  With all its uneven terrain and bumpy irregularities, my facial skin could very well be a replica of the moon’s surface.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always dreamed of a peaches and cream complexion.  But that’s all it’ll ever be, I guess- a far-fetched dream.  I’ve gone through the entire gamut of over the counter medication and beauty products, but they just never seem to work for me.

It probably wouldn’t hurt to get some professional work done on my face.  A procedure called laser skin resurfacing just might work for me.  It’ll help even out my skin tone and minimize those fine lines which are starting to make their presence known, like a mistress to her married boyfriend’s wife.

Sometimes, I inevitably feel deprived, as I can’t just slap on any kind of makeup on my face.  My ultra-sensitive skin tends to break out the minute any foreign body touches it.

And then, I look more deeply at each wrinkle, each blemish.  They all have a story to tell.  They have all borne witness to a myriad of heartaches and accomplishments in my life.  And so, it hits me- beauty IS skin deep.