Once upon a time, I took a virtual trip to glean a few secrets from expert beauticians. Yes, I went to a beauty/makeup message board. I’m all thumbs with makeup and have always preferred to not have a bunch of foreign dust on my face. It’s a personal choice, ya’ll. Anyway, I asked these girls about the freckle pencil Lancome had made at the time and whether they thought it worked well and looked natural.
By golly, all hell broke loose after that innocent little post. They attacked me like fierce baby sharks out for blood, er…mascara. The comments looked a bit like this: “What is wrong with you? Why would you WANT freckles?!” “I have freckles and believe me, you DON’T want them.” “Freckles are awful, I spend all my time trying to cover mine up.” “Is this a bleepety-bleeping joke?! If it is, it’s NOT funny!” I limped away from that board without responding and resolved to get my damn freckle stick and free-hand it!
I’m disturbed by this obliteration of quirk. There’s a mass attack on rare, special, and interesting characteristics and I do not like it, quirky-I-am! Whatever happened to CELEBRATING our differences, for these are what make us unique?! Well, I’m celebrating today. I give you a small list of some of the “quirks” I love…
Work Your Quirk:
1. Freckles. they are so damned cute and i WILL pencil mine in if i freaking want to!
2. Scars. guaranteed, there’s an interesting story behind each and every one. a record of mischief, pain, accidental spills.
3. Lisps. these pique my cochlea. sort of like listening to the whisper of the ocean.
4. Retainers. yup, something hot about a retainer. it looks so youthful. and it causes a slight lisp. there was once a hot boy i knew in high school who had a retainer. the retainer made him hotter.
5. Phobias. because you’re human. and this makes you more so. and i love that spiders make you scream and you can’t even get close to hospitals. b/c i have my own neuroses and we can share.
In yoga, being the microcosm that it is, our quirks are amplified. Your makeup can’t hide your beautiful freckles (that I so envy!) anymore, thanks to heat and sweat. The scar reminding you of an accident in a past life is now visible when you’re half-naked. I want to ask you about it, even though it might be improper, because I want to know things about you. Perhaps we are long lost friends about to be reunited over a shared fear of toenail clippings (especially the blue ones, oh gawd, the BLUE ones!).
All I’m saying is, I love your quirks and I’m not going to hide mine. I will be celebrating both of ours — champagne anyone? — and look forward to seeing you at the party.
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