Last Week's Haters

Rev. Jesse Jackson wasn’t the only hater hailing from the Windy City last week.

Though it didn’t grab national headlines, I also had a hater moment. Yep, I’m admitting it (because admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery) – I’m a hater.

I know. I know. Ya’ll don’t have to remind me. Jealously is a futile emotion. It’s also downright unattractive. Still, I couldn’t seem to rise above it when Mr. PBW, who is three-long-weeks older than my forty-five years, was mistaken for a twentysomething college student.

ARRRRGH!!!! ← Sorry, still not totally over it.

Wish I could dispute it, but I can’t. He indeed looks exactly the same as he did when we met in college.

While I know hating on the hubby is wrong, I don’t want to look like his granny.

Since I’m too chicken (and cheap) to hire a plastic surgeon, I decided to do the next best thing. I picked up the Olay Regenerist Microdermabrasion & Peel System kit from Walmart.

I smoothed the microdermabrasion treatment over cleansed, dry skin and gently massaged it for about a minute. The citrus-scented treatment feels like fine grains of sand.

Next step was the activator serum. I layered it over the microdermabrasion treatment and felt a warming sensation over my face. The activator foamed and the crystals from the treatment dissolved. I gave my face another 60-second massage before rinsing it with warm water.

Did it make me look twenty years younger? I wouldnt go that far. But the results were truly amazing. My skin was glowing and felt oh-so-soft. The dry patches along my forehead had disappeared, along with any fine lines. It was totally worth the $25 I paid at Walmart.

And to that other hater from Chicago, maybe if you stepped up your own (beauty) game you too could stop the hating.