Questioning My Sanity Regarding My Vanity
I had a few small moles on my face. Probably not noticed by anyone but me. But to me, they were eyesores that had to go.
After years of angst, I finally went to a doctor here in Ecuador. I assumed he would either freeze or burn them off. Instead, he cut them off and stitched me up. Now I look like I have been attacked. ARGHHH!
What was I thinking? Will I have scars that are more unsightly than the moles? Can I leave the house looking like this? I don’t know…
These questions (that have taken my brain hostage) should have been asked before I sat in his chair. Thus the reason I am questioning my sanity about my vanity.
What is it about the quest for perfection that renders us brain dead the minute someone says the words “anti-aging” or “clear skin”? What is it that leads us down the road of recklessness when it comes to our faces and bodies?
As of this moment, I am making a commitment to myself to ask more questions before I buy something or have another procedure.