Maintaining beauty is a difficult task. The other day while getting my hair done there were two occasions when my stylist apologized for poking me in the forehead. I didn’t think much of it until the next day when I looked in the mirror and realized she actually nicked me with the scissors. As I result, I had two small, raised, red scabs on my forehead. If only I’d had her cut bangs….instead of me.
Five days later, the nicks were still fresh, but I didn’t let that get in the way of me attending Zumba. We were dancing with the weights when Live Longer got a bit out of step. She started laughing, I leaned in to say something to her, she didn’t realize I was going to do that, and nailed me in the forehead with her weight. “Oops, sorry,” she said while laughing so hard she was again out of step.
A little while later the instructor was making her rounds in the class and encouraging all of us to sing along to the chorus which was quite simple, “1, 2, 3, 4, Zumba, Zumba, Zumba.” We were halfway through counting when she Zumbaed up to Live Longer and Live Longer blurted, out of step, tune and time, “3, 4.” The instructor laughed, shook her un-nicked head, walked away and the rest of us, in sync with the song, shouted out “3, 4!” “What? I don’t speak Spanish,” was Live Longer’s only response.
No pain, no gain couldn’t be more tree. Gaining beauty has been incredibly painful for a lot of us.