On Saturday evening, I sat across my friend Amy, discussing the importance of female pampering. As I sipped on a mimosa, I exclaimed how great it felt to get the pelitos under my eyebrows yanked and plucked by Rosa, the only Mexican nail and hair removal specialist in the Asian nail salon. I felt a tinge of pain when she poured the hot wax under my brows to then eliminate the hair with a strip of cloth. Still, it was a magical experience and a reminder that I deserve to pay for these services, if only to boost our economy.
Unfortunately, it had been a while since I had a day of pampering. The past 3 years I’ve set my own hair in rolos to later blow dry and flat iron. I’ve also pushed back and removed my own cuticles, painting my own nails with the nailpolish I purchase at Rite Aid and the Dominican beauty supply stores. And my wardrobe? The inside of my closet hasn’t had new threads hung on it’s hangers in over a year.
I explained this all to Amy who didn’t comprehend why a working woman wouldn’t enjoy the money that is directly deposited into her checking account on a biweekly basis. I expressed my need to be frugal and cautious with money as my income has been as unstable as the Nasdaq. Then she made a statement that I have often stated. “If you live your life as if you have abundance, you will have abundance.” I nodded and decided right then and there that we would go shopping.
That very same night Amy and I went to Marshall’s where I bought a beautiful, salmon colored spring jacket, a pair of beige capris, and a sophisticated, charcoal work dress that was trendily accessorized with a thin yellow belt. I felt the same high buying new threads that I did when Rosa pulled out my hair follicles. I was pampering myself again, making no excuses or fretting over price tags. If it fit and I loved it then I bought it.
Same for the next day when I went to H&M and purchased dresses, pants and shits, matching bras and panties, and trendy accessories. A long time ago I promised I would dress as the woman I want to represent and ultimately become. I even printed photos from Anthropology and pasted them on my vision board. Jeans and flat shoes are just not going to cut it. And with that I am off to my daily, in a feminine, mature, leopard print, three-quarter sleeved dress and high-heel boots.