
Opinion
Did you know we carry these beauty brands in our shop? Neither did I!
by Natalie Hemengül
When asked about my beard, I feel insecure: keep it or get rid of it once and for all?
"Did we also treat the lady's beard? I'm not quite sure", my beautician asks me at the start of the fourth session of my laser hair removal odyssey. The funny thing is that it's not the first time she's asked me this. To be precise, I had to answer this question with a "no" at all previous appointments, with my answer becoming more and more uncertain each time. Should I? Do I really have a distinctive lady moustache? And wasn't there this one comment that my friend dropped on 6 November 2014? Anyway, I might as well banish all hairs...
Once I've given the carousel of thoughts a push, I'm still going round in circles: should I get rid of my innocent facial fuzz despite the approaching winter? There aren't actually many reasons to do so. Ok, actually only one: Make-up can be applied prettier and more evenly. You may laugh now, but when photographing make-up looks in particular, a clean slate can make all the difference. On the other hand, it is once again spreading an ideal of beauty that is moving further and further away from the natural. What's more, make-up lasts longer on the skin if it can "cling" to the hairs. Difficult, difficult. Then there's the question of how. Laser or would you prefer to do it yourself from time to time and shave? But doesn't the latter favour darker, stronger hair growth - or is that just an old wives' tale?
While I'm wondering whether I'm more the silky-smooth facial skin type or would rather go the natural route, my gaze falls on a red envelope lying on my desk: an appeal for donations. I feel a little stupid, mentally bury all the question marks and realise once again that there are more important things in the world.
As a massive Disney fan, I see the world through rose-tinted glasses. I worship series from the 90s and consider mermaids a religion. When I’m not dancing in glitter rain, I’m either hanging out at pyjama parties or sitting at my make-up table. P.S. I love you, bacon, garlic and onions.