Thoughts on Maintenance at the end of the year

Nora Ephron wrote a woman's maintenance routine is a regime, it is really appropriate. A huge, life-long project and career that affects the whole body. A few days ago, I was shopping with a friend for a group photo, and seeing the increasingly prominent eye bags in Xiangli (my mother said it was lower eyelid?) I couldn't help but worry. A friend said that now there is some kind of panda needle, which can eliminate eye bags with a dozen. I thought to myself, if not now, I might actually fight someday. Ephron said that women's faces are fake, only the neck is real. When she was 43 years old, she found that the neck that she used to take for granted was old, and from the moment she found it, it was irreversible. It is possible to explain why women are often seen covering their necks with silk scarves, scarves, and high-necked clothes, ie, to hide their true age. This is an effort to make 40 look 30, and 50 to look 40, 60 to look 50, and so on, more or less embarrassing, or It takes some extra courage.

A few days ago n said that my eyebrows needed to be shaved, and then said on a whim that they wanted to help me. I lay down on my back, closed my eyes, and let him run the razor around my eyebrows with a rare sense of relaxation. I have to admit that I am not used to being a facial, and I also like being served cautiously. Human pores, skin, organs, and all kinds of hair on various parts can absolutely make you do nothing for twelve hours a day, just use every method and carefully follow every step to take care of them, in order to make them look affected. Comprehensive love and care. To look a little closer to perfection (a goal that can never be achieved).

Spending time and effort grooming can be understood as a reward for oneself, and sometimes it can also become a kind of moral responsibility. For the former, I have never doubted the instant self-confidence-boosting effect it brings (although almost no one doubts why I don't have self-confidence if I don't do xx). After all, people believe that what you look like is what your life will look like. If people are deprived of the right to perform, and everyone can only be real and show life truthfully, people will not only lose the greatest joy of competition, but may also lose the courage to continue living. And when I say it's also a moral responsibility, I mean that when you're living in a megalopolis and you're doing a so-called decent job that requires meeting people, if you don't care how you look, there's going to be people all around you. Cast a look similar to "Why are you not wearing clothes". I know this firsthand. For a whole year when I decided I didn't need to mind how I was watched, I didn't cut my hair, get my nails done, and didn't use any "magic" skincare beyond basic moisturizing and sun protection, and certainly didn't need makeup. Life is not very comfortable! And at about the same time that I decided to return to the city, I immediately ordered a new (basic) set of makeup. Whether I use it or not is another matter, because what I have in my hand is not a liquid foundation, but a life saver that keeps me from streaking.

n once said to me, you are one of the few women who are under 30 but don't mind being considered 30. I understand what he means. Maybe it has something to do with my behavior and words that have always been a little repulsive to young women. But imagine if I'm not 40, but I'm considered 40, whether I will not mind. I am very skeptical. A subtle shift. I have some answers in my mind about what prompted this change, but feel like I'll have to wait until that day to fully understand what happened. All I can do now is probably to protect my neck well (but how?). Or maybe it's a good idea to allow yourself to appreciate women's flabby necks in advance. When you gradually realize that the "non-standard" of the body is the normal state, and it does not prevent it from being the birthplace of beauty (or desire), those so-called standards become light and fluffy, just scratch it occasionally and satisfy it appropriately. The other is to live at peace with imperfection. For example, at this moment, I am about to get up, pay the bill, and walk out of the salon. I believe everyone has a moment when you walk out of the salon and the wind blows a little and you feel that your hair has never been so light, flowing and flexible. Cherish those few minutes, and until you get home and re-look in the mirror (if you can resist looking at the reflective glass of the street corner building), you can believe that you are the most beautiful.