December 19th I think I see myself

I think I saw myself when I looked in the mirror today.

Most days I just see a bloodied pimple graveyard with some sallow skin around it.

I'm starting to feel like I may be seeing some real results.

I used a light dusting of bare minerals foundation and nothing else when I went out of the house to do some last minute Christmas shopping at Barnes and Noble.

I also treated myself to a massage, which is a huge deal. And not because it cost me $108. Including tip.

Annie Acne doesn't do spas often because:

A. Someone will be up close and personal feeling bad for my yeasty nasty ass

B. Wearing a full face of make-up is a bit of an unspoken 'no no'

If you go to a spa, you generally do not go with a full set of face paints on like I generally wear to leave the house.

Foundation, blush, loose powder, mineral veil, powdered sugar, you name it. If it's dry and dusty I'll go ahead and layer that on.

I'm the most sought after client at the MAC counter.

PLUS, oh the humility.

I just know what I'm in for when I go in for a facial.

"You really should get into a dermatologist- I have a good one I can recommend".

I'm paying you, remember. I get it. I have a pizza face.

This once I went into a Red Door Spa- Elizabeth Arden- not cheap.

My not too together facialist washed my face, put a cheese cloth over it and glided an electro magnetic somethingorother over the cheese cloth.

She told me that would at least dry up my breakup to help me in the future. And wished me "good luck getting that taken care of".

It took half the time, I paid full price.