After a painful appointment at the spa – because that’s how my spa appointments go, they’re painful and leave me full of flashbacks for months – I was left to go home and heal.
Yes. I said heal.
After the FREAKING SPA.
Being a regular for laser therapy, massages, pedicures, and any other excuse to visit for pampering and 30 minutes to myself I had become comfortable with the staff. With my courage up I finally asked about my pigment change above my upper lip (think Michael Jackson only on a white girl and on a smaller scale).
My amazing aesthetician assured me this could be done.
This could be done with little to no pain.
This would fix the pigment change.
There was pain.
There was the smell of burning.
My hands reached up in the air and my brain told me to grab the laser and shoot her with it.
I muscled through.
Once the treatment was over I went home with a burning lip, lots of cream, and hiding my face. I looked like I had fallen off my bike and run my face all the way down the road.
I was hideous.
I screamed it out as I looked in the mirror, angry with what I had done to myself.
Brian heard me.
Cats out of the bag.
“In here, I’ll be out in a minute.” I looked at myself one more time and considered camping out in the linen closet for the night but they would find me. They always find me.
I walked out to show him my beastly new look.
“Well hello señior!” He chuckled and snapped his fingers above his head while twirling a neat circle.
I was dumbfounded. This wasn’t shock and awe. The masses weren’t holding up crosses at my appearance, they were poking fun at it! Cause that’s so much better.
Brian leaned in to get a good look.
“Were you drinking chocolate milk in there?”
He burst into laughter. Thrilled with his attempt at humour.
Attempting not to giggle I reached deep into myself to remember what my lip looked like. The red/brown road rash, the burning, and the pain. Oh right! That wasn’t hard.
“Brian stop! This is serious!” I gave him my best serious face! This WAS serious!
“Leighann! Don’t give me that lip!”
“Hun, what would you do if I looked like this for the REST OF MY LIFE??” Really, what if this burn never goes away?
“Oh,“ He began, looking at me full of love and putting his hand around my shoulder, “I’ve started to consider that, I’m already calling you Ron in my head.”
Ahh. True love.
Seeing through the ugly and loving me.