Beauty is only skin deep
So a while back having ridden the wave of divorce, deceit, destruction I decided to strip a few layers of skin off my face and start anew. Those posts about how that chemical peel went have garnered so much attention on my blog you’d think I missed my calling. This blog was even on a British television program along with the posts and comments by people writing in. I should have put myself out there as a human guinea pig for all the world to see with other procedures.
Oh wait, I think I did – I think I have covered a lot of ground here from pining for home, to moving home, to having an affair to having a divorce, from running to pilates to yoga and now Zumba (I have to tell you about Zumba with Danielle – but I won’t because the class is already full and I don’t want to lose a spot!), from three marriages to a gay relationship, to adopting a child, to losing my mother, to losing my job, to starting my next career.
From destroying and rebuilding my life in any which way but loose you’d think that would warrant more attention than a TCA peel (I almost hate to write the name because it will cause an avalanche of people visiting my site to wonder where are the peeling face photos).
I must say, you can stand here naked in front of people and write your own self actualization all you want, but most people just want to know what that means for them. And I dunno.