tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237446155472519339.post6096583160223046007..comments2024-03-28T13:58:54.780-04:00Comments on Rhonda's Escape: Feminine Differential - Not Overthinkingrhonda's escapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16333998589746919994noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237446155472519339.post-25429041288990431112019-11-20T10:48:17.095-05:002019-11-20T10:48:17.095-05:00don't sell yourself short. I've seen you u...don't sell yourself short. I've seen you up close and you pass perfectly!joanna Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16722222181799879120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237446155472519339.post-52136827478084279582019-11-19T11:39:39.777-05:002019-11-19T11:39:39.777-05:00I remember so well when my process was everything....I remember so well when my process was everything. Being somewhat a perfectionist, anyway (OK, I know it's an oxymoron to say "somewhat" perfect:-), I would focus in on each and every step of my beauty ritual...uh, I mean regimen. Even the avocado clay mask had to be applied as though I were doing a photo shoot for a TV commercial. Of course, at the end of the process, I had nowhere to go. It took many years for me to decide that I looked "perfect enough" to show myself to the outside world; a few more to understand that I WAS "perfect enough" to actually venture out into it.<br /><br />My existence as the woman I was born to be has been fully a part of the world for the last eight years, now. I sometimes have to laugh at the fact that perfection is so much more difficult to reach than it was those many years ago. If anything, it should be taking me longer to overcome all of the sagging and wrinkles on this old lady's face. A clay mask is more like a scary Halloween mask these days, showing every crinkly, wrinkly imperfection as it dries. I now put more effort into what I must overlook than the look itself when getting ready each morning. I still take too much time to get ready, as some of those old habits are hard to break, but my goal is so much different than it was when I had nowhere to go. <br /><br />Despite all of the sagging and bagging, the crinkles and wrinkles, I am now comfortable in my own skin. My routine really hasn't changed that much, but it takes less time because it has become a means toward an end, rather than the end, itself. Even if my blending may be more of a blurring sometimes, I can be perfectly happy being somewhat imperfect! Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15951206717208424386noreply@blogger.com