Everyone hates being told, “I told you so,” and most women also hate
thinking their mother was right. However, on stepping upon the threshold
of thirty, and with my South Asian mother now in her early sixties, I
can’t help but notice that on a good day, she looks not more than maybe
only five or ten years older.
And with each wrinkle, thinned out skin or spot I notice, I hear her
quite literally echoing voice telling me “I told you so.” So what was it
exactly that she used to always harp on about while growing up?
Quite simply: endless beauty tips that at that time seemed to have been
carved on stone tablets alongside Moses’ Ten Commandments. But these
then-thought-of-as-primitive beauty routines now seem charming and
simple in an age where we’re constantly fed a barrage of beauty adverts
and overly photo-shopped images of perfection.
In my own desperate attempt to look great, I have ventured down every
possible winding road that ultimately lead me nowhere, pick-pocketing my
hard earned dollars with daylight robbery rates and empty promises of
youth and beauty. I finally decided to throw in the towel and revert to
the ‘old ways’ of doing things …
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