When I got Botox today, the nurse practitioner said the same thing to me that the tattoo artist did when I got my first tattoo: Welcome to [getting stuck with a needle], and you’re not done [getting stuck with needles]!
If only Botox was as permanent as the ink I have! 😉
I had a couple of medical appointments today, so I threw in a consultation for Botox because, why not? Forehead wrinkles are totes hawt on a dude, but not so much on a lady. I’ve had a equal sign on my forehead for awhile, but last week I was very distracted by my “one.” A lot of people have an “eleven” on their forehead, but I only have a “one” so far. That one is very, very distracting. The nurse practitioner was really great with me. I admitted to her that I was extremely anxious about putting Botulinum toxin into my body — and honestly, anxious in general. She took about 45 minutes explaining things and describing stuff. Overall, she was awesome. Contact me if you want her info.
If you’re feeling judgey … don’t. Or do, but keep it to yourself, because I know you have your own selfish or vain thing. And guess what — this isn’t my only vain thing! I’m totally losing weight! I get my hair done! I love getting a pedicure!
To Future Ashley: Don’t feel bad for making yourself see yourself better. Rock on, chica!