I have a tendency to take things to the extreme-I become really passionate about something, and I go all out. This mainly manifests itself in my organizing habits, but really, it’s a pattern in everything I do. I become crazed with trying different recipes every night, trying to read a certain amount of books every year, or watching everything nominated for an Oscar.
This is just me- it’s part of my personality- and for good or for bad, it defines who I am. To know me is to know and appreciate my quirks. I don’t have any obsessions that are particularly harmful, just a little embarrassing. People often look at me funny when they find out about some of these habits/routines that I have developed. And while I don’t really care what anyone thinks about me, I do sometimes feel a little odd.
Sometimes I don’t realize something is an obsession until there is a catalyst- a moment of pure clarity. This happened to me recently. I read about a product in a beauty article, went to Sephora and plunked down my hard earned cash for it. I got home, totally excited and greedily read the instructions. Seriously, buying this thing was the second best thing to happen to me this year. And in my moment of excitement, the cold hard truth hit me right in the face: I am obsessed with products for my eyes.
While I normally buy drug store brands for cosmetic needs, I realized that my Sephora VIB status was earned mainly by eye products. I saw that I had all these pretty little jars and tubes, gels and creams. And I use them all: some are at night, some are for the morning, some are for mid day. I have an eye product for every occasion.
Now being me, I had to figure out why I was so obsessed. Did you think I wouldn’t overanalyze this? Why did I own all these products?
Obviously, I think there is something wrong with my eyes. And no, there really isn’t anything “wrong” with my eyes They are just not the same eyes I had when I was younger. They now came with baggage.
This was a tough realization for me. My eyes were always a point of pride: they are big, I have decent lashes and eye brows, and they are a funky hazel that spans all sorts of shades of green. I have very few wrinkles (genetics). My eyes are also extremely expressive- they tell a story for me better than I tell it with words.
And now they have big bags underneath them.
I am not happy about this.
So when I went to Sephora, I purchased a little vibrating wand that I’m supposed to use twice a day. Supposedly, the vibrations help break up the loose floppy skin.
Seriously. I spent good money on this product that vibrates my eyes.
Yes. I know. You’re all thinking, how narcissistic is this woman? And some of you are thinking a whole lot of other things.
This woman is completely narcissistic about her eyes. And a whole lot of other things.
This bothers me. I never thought of myself as being obsessed with my looks. I accepted the fact that I was reasonable attractive, but I really didn’t do too much to enhance it. I exercise and wash and moisturize. Make up when I feel like it, because I like playing with cosmetics. But I was never one of those women spending hours and paychecks on being beautiful. I was happy with who I was.
And now – well, I’m still happy with myself, but….I feel like I need some help. My eyes, and the areas around it need help. And no matter how many times my intimates tell me I’m beautiful, I still don’t always feel it. But that’s all on me-
I still go out in public. I have no intention of going “Phantom of the Opera”. And I will probably continue to spend money on products that will work on my eyes. If you want to sell me snake oil, make it pink and promise that it will make my eyes beautiful…
FYI- I have not been paid by any of the products that I have pictured. That’s just a peak in the real products that I use.