What in [the name of] My geeky chic beauty life am I up too?
I’m no celebrity. I’m not a dermatologist, nor am I an esthetician. I don’t have a citadel of skin care clinicians an experts, from which to seek council, to reverse the signs of aging or cheat death. I’m no supermodel, so I rarely get free product from clients and new skin care lines. But, what do have is access. After years of modeling for skin care and beauty lines, I’ll share what do have: information. I’ve had the opportunity to ask questions, to sample, compare and, being the nerd I am, research. Right? True. But Wrong!
So wrong, I’d be a liar to conclude where the lines of blogger identity are neat & clean, pretty & rational.
See, I’m a junkie. My name is Geneva, and I’m addicted to……. (Oops!) My beauty career has made me accustomed to luscious emollients, rich and silky textures that feel like heaven, actual heaven, when you live in a big city on a province budget. But it wasn’t always so.
An entire lifetime of carefree skipping through the park and frolicking on the grass (Well, not literally because I wouldn’t skip through ish.) has succumb to allergies. Like the way it sounds like peril? (Er Mah Gawd.. she’s so dramatic) Oh. But It is tho! So Shsss…! If not for the nerd-like habits I’ve acquire from my stint in academia, and my beloved post as a part-time librarian; I’d, for certain, rub some good smelling goop on my face and die (or perhaps just appear as if the pox were upon me.). But both are just as bad because allergy pox will make you wish you were dead.
Ahh… Honesty. That’s more like it.
But that’s not all. I had my [specific] reasons. Better reasons, for the meticulous search and discovery of the unknown “truths” about skin care, and by extension…. oh… Fuq! Like America’s beloved Christmas Raconteur, “You’ll shoot your eye out, Kidd.” Thinking that’s how this may go.
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