I never used to take facials seriously. I always thought they were just indulgent treatments for other people who had all kinds of extra time. I have had a total of four of them in my entire life.

The only reason I got the first three was because I had to redeem the gift cards. And those first three were what I thought facials were all about—someone massaging your face with multiple creams with different exotic fragrances in a dimly lit room with “calming” music piped in overhead. Things like that have the opposite effect on me—I lie there the whole time, thinking about all of the things I have to do and wondering when it will be done.

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