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Just say No to Kiwi fuzz

by Deborah Cruz

Wasn’t it yesterday that I was cleansing my face with Noxema, wiping it religiously with alcohol & then moisturizer…all in the name of preventing a pimple? You know, because I’d get 1 every other month due to hormones. But it was the END of the world.Ah, the teen years.  I had so much wildly curly hair that I had no idea what to do with it, other than complain and wish I had less. Straighter.I was a perfectly healthy size 10 but I wanted to be a 7,so ,obviously, I was never happy. Always, working out and staring at myself in the mirror, wishing that I was someone else. My teeth were so bright white that they could blind someone and thanks to braces they were unnaturally straight.Unnaturally.I even complained about that. I was 5’7″,I wanted to be 5’8″ because that’s how tall you had to be to be a model and all the girls in the magazine were at least that tall. I had to be at the beach ALL the time because I NEEDED a tan.Did I mention that I’m Mexican…naturally olive. I constantly had perfectly manicured fingers and toes because,really, what kind of manual labor was I doing? Waking to school? Lifting a hand to flip all that hair?That was me at 17.

This morning, I revisited an old friend of mine,you may know him Biore strips.Oh my, Jeez!How long has it been since I’ve had time to give any attention to myself? Seriously, when I pulled that little strip off..let’s say it revealed some astonishing things. Either I had 10 years worth of deep black heads or I have began sprouting hair in yet another place that I don’t want it.Either way, when I puled that strip off..it looked like kiwi fuzz. I assure that I am not walking around in public looking like this because if I were, let’s be certain of one thing, the Big Guy would most certainly have brought it to my attention. This triggered a chain reaction. I realized that my simple regime of keeping away the zits has evolved in to a full fledged routine. When did this happen? Now there is cleanser, deep cleanser, astringent, toner and that’s just to keep it clean and my pores from looking like an escape hatch from within. Then I have to add wrinkle night cream because God knows that I’ve got to keep those suckers at bay.

All that hair that I was *ahem* complaining about, well, I’ve noticed that it’s thinned out considerably from stress of life.Now, I wish I had that big crazy bush atop my head.Of course, it has began to grow rampantly on other parts of my body. My upper lip, my arms, my legs, my eyebrows…you know just all the places that a woman doesn’t want all that hair. Size 10? Well, let’s just say that I’ve not seen size 10 in about as many years! YEARS! In college, I was a 5 and then somewhere along the way I passed 10 right up on my journey to size 14, 16, 18,16, 14.Things have been stretched out and moved about and nothing looks like it did when I was 17 on this body.This body is foreign to me.This body has lived. Years of drinking coffee to wake up, Diet Coke to keep going and wine to go to sleep has made it necessary that I use whitening mouth wash, whitening strengthening tooth paste, and I’m probably going to have to move on up to full on whitening bleach soon.Can someone please invent clear coffee? Peryl, can you put a word in with Starbucks?

Tan? I am so pale most of the year now that I am pretty sure that I glow. I’ve seen the beach 3 times in the last 10 years. I used to my entire summer lying on the beach frolicking in the water. Now, you have to bribe me with money and booze to even put on a suit and go in public. The poor fingers and toes, they have been held hostage by Mommyhood for far too long. It started with pregnancy hormones drying all my skin up and my poor feet have yet to recover. I am in such desperate need of a pedicure that I’m actually ashamed to let the spa manicurists see my feet. It’s so far past the point of no return that I may need a big burly man manicurists with a sand blaster.I’m seriously thinking  of going a state over to have this miracle performed just because I’m too ashamed of the possibility that I may run into them in the general public. I don’t think I could handle their judging eyes and knowing looks.

My point? What happened to all the waiting to grow up? I squandered all my beauty trying to grow up and now I’m etching closer and closer to 40 and trying to hold on to every ounce of youth I have left. I used to wake up bright eyed, bushy tailed and beautiful…now, I wake up tired! At least I get to look at my bright eyed,bushy tailed  beautiful girls, right? Wrong! It’s not enough anymore to just bask in their glow. Mama is making a declaration..Mama needs to give herself some of the TLC that she’s been giving away by the bushels to others.There is no way that I’m walking around looking like my nose is covered in kiwi fuzz….anymore.KIWI FUZZ! I think I just vomited in my mouth a little at the very thought. I’m seeing a manicure and pedicure in my very near future, as well. Flip flop season is on the horizon.Time to make that dreaded trip to the next state over to meet with the big burly manicurist.

What do you do to make yourself feel beautiful? What do you think is the most important reason for you to be beautiful to you? Let’s all get our pretty back.hell, let’s bring our sexy back. And for God’s sake, Just say no to Kiwi Fuzz!


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Laura 2011/03/15 - 11:06 am

LOVE IT! So true. All of it. I can relate waayyyy too much. Hell, I’m thinking back just 3.5 years, when I was annoyed that I’d put on five pounds and my previously loose 4’s were fitting normally. WTH???

Now it’s a good day if I shower. I’m all in – let’s get our sexy back!


ChristineJargick 2011/03/15 - 2:12 pm

oh, this is too funny! and 40 isn’t so bad….I’ll have my second anniversary of 40 this summer…..
with age, I have gotten a nice, rosy complexion. but not on my cheeks, its right over the bridge of my nose. I’m like Rudolph lately! My boyfriend never knew the younger me so he has nothing to compare the current me to and he calls me sexy all of the time. I’ll take it!!!

Crystal 2011/03/15 - 5:44 pm

I agree 100%. I do my face, nails, and everything else. Both of my kids are old enough they don’t consume as much time as little ones so it’s easier for me. That said, I found myself on E way too late. I was on the verge of losing it and was lucky enough to dig myself out before I did. The most important thing we can do for our families is take care of ourselves. It’s said so often that it’s lost something but it is such a valuable piece of advice for all.

A Mommy in the City 2011/03/15 - 10:09 pm

This is too funny! And SO true! I can’t think of the last time that I REALLY took time out for myself to make me feel good. The one thing that I do for myself is get my hair colored and cut. That is a MUST in by book. Now I wish I had time for a manicure and pedicure. My feet and hands would thank me for that!

Jess@Straight Talk 2011/03/16 - 3:56 pm

It’s stupid but simply blow drying my hair and putting on makeup makes me feel pretty. I know I need to be better about my skin because the thought of being old and wrinkly sucks! So if someone wants to market cheap, effective skin products, hook a sister up!

DawningofJanuary 2011/03/18 - 1:48 pm

You seriously crack me up…I was laughing so hard I was afraid I was going to wake up my napping babies. Love it!!!

Truthful Mommy 2011/03/19 - 5:38 pm

OH no! I am seriously happy that I made you laugh but I don NOT want to be held responsible for waking your babies:) I promise if I cause you to wake them, let me know..and I will send you a seriously boring post to lull them back to sleep.

ZenaliciousMom 2011/03/20 - 6:49 am

This post seriously made me laugh – at first I thought you were writing about me. Although I was Miss Vampire my whole life so I have embraced the pale thing.

funny how I look back on pictures when I thought I was fat, ugly, whatever ..and say to myself “Gosh I looked pretty good” (well except in the 80’s when I’ll admit I looked pretty damn awful. My Afro mullet and orange hair from when I tried Sun IN just didn’t work with my bone structure. And I won’t even discuss the fashion.)

My point is that I try to embrace who I am TODAY because it is definitely beautiful. And someday I will look back and want to smack myself for complaining about something minor. Although some of these adult pimples I get aren’t really minor – WTH!?!?

Now I straighten my hair professionally once a year and I put on my simple makeup daily and that’s about all I need to feel good. Oh and some deodorant (although some days during the morning rush I forget that step. CRAP!)


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