Oh jesus, I have not been up to speed with blogging as I wish I had liked to this week. Sadly, my household wifi had gotten cut off and you would have had to wait until next Tuesday for a blog post.
Depressing, I know. Thankfully, out of no where, my Wifi came back on yesterday and I am sooo happy because I didn't want to let Nika down on 'her Friday' again. Plus, I didn't want to let you down as I used to blog at least three times a week, now look at it, maybe twice a week now?
I PROMISE that I will start blogging more often! Remember, I wouldn't be uploading new posts at the weekend - only week days. Without further a do, here is Nika's article!
That One Time My Beauty Therapist Didn't Know What She was Doing
In the world reigned by passion for polished looks, keeping your skin smooth, youthful and radiant has become a prerogative for any graceful lady conscious of her appearance, style and mannerism. As one such lady, I recently decided to treat myself with a beauty session to exfoliate and freshen up my neglected complexion, so I scheduled an appointment with my beauty therapist. Little did I expect my embellishment treatment to leave me tarnished, mottled and house-locked due to utter embarrassment! Here, I want to share what happened to me during the (un)beauty session in hope it saves other girls treatment money and spares them the nightmarish images in the mirror.
My worst skincare nightmare: From exfoliation to inflammation in a few easy steps
For facial exfoliation, I decided to try out a new treatment called hydrodermabrasion. The internet said the procedure consisted of application of sterilized water and oxygen onto the skin with an oxygen jet to supposedly thoroughly exfoliate, rejuvenate and invigorate the skin and infuse it with vitamins. So, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, entered me into the beauty parlor and lay down on the table, eager to get up to a much prettier complexion after the therapist’s done working her magic. The treatment was painless, an occasional tingle but nothing major. The major part came later – the morning after, to be precise.
Hydrodermabrasion aftermath: Blood, scabs and gore at their most blatant
With my hydrodermabrasion therapy, it turned out to much like a morning-after following the drunkest party you ever had - it’s finally over, you return home, go to sleep and wake up to the dreadful feeling something went terribly wrong in the meantime. And in my case, it did go wrong, on all sides: the morning reflection in the mirror showed me a swollen, piggishly pink face with nasty whitehead acne all over the place and itchy red patches where my cheeks and forehead used to be. I couldn’t believe my own eyes so I ran over to my roommate’s bed and woke her up. I swear, she almost screamed with terror, my face was such a hell of a wakeup sight!
Robbed to feel sorry: Time heals everything except wounded pride
Of course, I immediately rang my beauty therapist and demanded a refund and an explanation for my inflamed skin and raving acne. The therapist had a ready excuse: my skin was apparently extremely sensitive so such an outcome could not have been anticipated; and no, I definitely was not entitled to a refund. So, feeling embarrassed, wronged and depressed, I took a sick leave at work until the effects of the hell-rapy subsided.
After a couple of weeks, my face cleared but I got a few more enlarged pores and scab marks. I changed the beauty parlor and found a new therapist soon thereon. Now I know just how crucial a credible diploma of beauty therapy, years of experience, quality skincare products and equipment hygiene can be for a professionally executed facial. So, that’s my piece of wisdom for all girls out there: before you lie down on the therapy table, reconsider whether hydrodermabrasion is what your skin truly needs and do your beauty salon background research thoroughly beforehand, unless you want to wind up looking like a scarecrow with a badly disfigured face.
Have you had any nightmare beauty disasters? Comment with your stories below - can you top this story?? I would love to read them.
Much love,