(Day 52/122 of the experiment)
And again, “no” to active sports for the next few days. I had a question – how do all these beauties from Instagram combine endless manipulations with their appearance and trips to the gym? After a visit to the cosmetologist, you can't go to the gym; after eyebrow tattooing – you can't – how is that?
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Pick up your packages at the post office in Pidhaitsi, the big city district.
Hooray! My things that Lilia and I ordered from the online store have arrived. I quickly finish my coffee and rush for a fitting.
After 40 minutes of trying on at the post office, I took absolutely everything I ordered. And this pleased me immensely. While I was walking home with huge packages, I wrote to my friends, asking when it would be convenient for them to video call so we could have a fashion show. We agreed on the evening after work.
Since I had the rest of the day free (I went for a walk and hit my 15,000 steps), I decided for the first time in my life to go live on Instagram. Not announcing anything or saying, like all bloggers, “hurry, in 15 minutes I'll go live with me!” I just wanted to overcome my fear of public speaking and do it today. Why not? I look great, I have time, why not seize the moment?
To my surprise, about 50 people watched the live stream! Everyone asked questions about my transformation, what’s next on the agenda, and what goals I set for myself during my experiment.
The ten minutes I planned to spend on Instagram turned into an hour and a half of communication with my followers.
After the stream, to charge my phone and take a little break before chatting with my friends, I made myself some cocoa, grabbed the marzipan I bought a week ago but forgot to taste, and dove into exploring job vacancies for journalists. Finding nothing decent, I switched on my favorite YouTuber, who talks about self-development, sports, and books.
If Andriy Tan heard the comments my friends made about my new clothes, he would definitely take lessons in eloquence from them. The new skinny jeans received special attention from the girls – they hugged my “appetizing peach” – Lilia said, and I realized that my gym workouts are not in vain if even my friends notice the progress.
Tired but happy, I went to bed. Tomorrow, great tasks and significant self-improvement await me.
(Day 53/122 of the experiment)
I woke up feeling an extraordinary fatigue. I realized that I hadn't truly relaxed or rested in a long time. Even when I'm eating, I'm watching something educational on YouTube, searching for job vacancies, or writing posts for my Instagram.
Today, I have an appointment with an eyelash master. I don't know what will come of it since I don't really want to extend my eyelashes, and mine are so light and short that they're almost invisible.
After a morning walk and some household chores, I decided that I didn't want to cook lunch for myself today. I arrived in the city a bit earlier and spent half an hour in my own company with a hot cappuccino and a freshly baked croissant. I would like to say that in half an hour I rested a lot and am ready for battle again, but unfortunately, that's not the case. To keep my spirits up, I called Lilia and asked what her plans for tomorrow are. I was lucky because tomorrow my friend had a day off, and Ivan went on a business trip, so she was free all day. We agreed that Lilia would organize a spa day for us at a beauty salon – she was also exhausted and wanted to just passively relax and regain her strength.
The salon where I decided to beautify my eyelashes was a first for me. From the outside and inside, it looks like a marshmallow. The interior is decorated in light pink, with white furniture and girls in light outfits – just a paradise for girls!
Alina – the eyelash master – gave me a whole session. It turns out that technology has advanced so much that instead of extending long lashes, one can simply regularly do procedures for natural lashes, and they will become long, beautiful, and healthy.
Choosing lamination with some Japanese ingredients, I lay down on the couch, Alina covered me with a blanket, and I blissfully dozed off.
An hour and a half later, when the master softly called me and I emerged from a pleasant dream where I was strolling along the coastline with Tristan beside me, I woke up and sat up.
- Well, what do you think of the result?
- Alina, I really like everything. But I thought I mentioned that I don't want to extend my lashes to avoid ruining my own. - I said with a hint of disappointment, because these beautiful, long lashes just can't be mine naturally.
- Yes, yes, Cinderella, these are your lashes, which we moisturized, dyed, and strengthened with special masks. You don’t need to come for correction – only if you wish, you can come back in a month for an even more vibrant effect.
- What? These are my lashes? God, Alina, you really are a magician!!! To turn my short and almost transparent lashes into such long fans – that’s impressive!
- You have beautiful lashes; they are just light and grow straight without curl. I added a bit of curl and dyed them extra black.
- Thank you so much!
Such metamorphoses are definitely worthy of my Instagram. Right in the salon, while waiting for a taxi and drinking herbal tea, I wrote a long post about how beauty can be natural. And if it can’t be, then one shouldn’t hesitate to make adjustments. Take my lips – they would never have become as beautiful without injections. And the shape of my face, which I diligently work on every day with self-massage, is becoming more sculpted.
On a positive note, I went home and spent the whole evening reading a book. I had no strength for any feats, so I decided to gradually prepare for tomorrow's relaxing day.