For those of you kind enough to read my blog, I’m sure you recall my eyelash extensions review from a few naïve months ago.
My experience with my eyelash extensions was special. I loved waking up feeling like Minnie Mouse every morning, and truly, I don’t regret our time together.
But all good things that ultimately cost $1,200/year must come to an end when you anticipate paying for your own car insurance. Alas, it was time to retire my spider lashes to the bathroom trash can graveyard and learn to accept my old faithful natural lashes once again. After all, even amidst the glory of permanent falsies, the nagging question of sustainability always plagued the back of my mind.
Upon plucking off the sparse and needed-to-be-refilled black fibers, I was met with a horrifying realization: My once thick, long, and voluminous natural lashes had been reduced to a stubby, thin, and barely noticeable wispy tread across the tops of my eyelids. People, my bottom eyelashes are longer than my top ones. It’s that bad.
I woke up this morning ready to face the day with my bald eyelids with a cautionary tale to tell.
I know my eyelashes will eventually grow back. I have enough friends who have had extensions to know that yes, they look short and stumpy for 6-8 weeks, but then your original lashes return and it’s as if your affair with extensions was a mere dream.
But I think I learned a bigger lesson here: Sometimes you just have to be happy with what you have.
The eyelashes are, honestly, a perfect example of this. My natural lashes were beautiful—and I hope that doesn’t sound conceited, it’s just true. I was blessed with great lashes. But, as any good woman knows, “natural” often doesn’t cut it. I wanted the Snuffleupagus lashes of the Instagram models on my Explore page and I was willing to pay through the nose for it. It’s not like I had blonde, wispy lashes before—they were dark, long, and thick. But now? Now I look like Kim Possible’s pet Rufus.
This “more, more, more” hunger that’s perpetuated by genius product placement and human nature in tandem affects us in more ways than just beauty. In fact, I’ve been lusting after the iPhone X since its announcement, even though my 6S Plus works just fine. Better than fine, actually—it works perfectly. Not a scratch. Why would I need to spend $500 on a new phone?
It's difficult for me to find that healthy balance between wanting to be constantly evolving and improving...and just being generally discontented on the hamster wheel of programmed obsolescence.
Eyelash extensions taught me that chasing perfection is a futile, frustrating, and expensive cause. I’m still trying to figure out what level of “natural” I’m OK with; e.g., I don’t intend on giving up my blonde highlights or bimonthly manicures. I’m still trying to differentiate between justified luxurious self-care and truly absurd levels of vanity.
In the meantime, though, I’m going to embrace the French beauty standards of simplicity and the ‘natural’ look and rock my tiny eyelashes—until my Latisse prescription gets filled. :)
Thanks for reading,
All things beauty.