an unplanned trip.
A very exciting event for me. But it was a random trip to Sasa that made the trip, unforgettable. I chanced upon some sheet masks on sale.
The cheapskate in me went on hoarding mode. As I frantically piled the sheet masks into my shopping basket, a sales lady approached me. Shaking her head and pointing to the sheet masks in my hand, she said. “No good.” “Really?” I was crushed.
I especially liked the brand but had not tried this particular one.
The sales lady proceeded to elaborate, “If you are 25 and below, it’s okay.” Did I hear her right? Though brutally frank, the lady was actually quite polite.
I sheepishly put the sheet masks back on the shelf. As I walked back to the counter to pay for the other items in my basket, the same sales lady approached me again.
She had a chic-looking product in her hand. “This one— good for you.” My glasses were sitting on top of my head so I strained to see the label on the product.
“Supreme Youth Revival Sheet Mask” Did I read that right? I politely declined her offer. After paying for my shopping, I stumbled out of the store, a little bit stunned. My sister couldn’t stop laughing. Back home in Cebu, I told my family this story.
Another sister who is three years younger than me, then told me, “Have you not learned to accept your age till now? I’ve accepted mine a long time ago.
I’ve been on the miracle cream for many years now. Believe me, my face needs a miracle.” It was my turn to laugh. But my sister got me thinking. Despite everything I say, perhaps, I have not really accepted my age. Or why else would I be taken aback when people tell me, in not so many words, that I’m old. And it’s not like it’s the first time.
Last October in Seoul, I asked the lady at the cosmetic counter which product was suitable for me. I told her that my skin was very dry so I needed a product which was hydrating. I then spotted a product line called “Aquabolic.”
So I said, “This one?” She shook her head and pointed to another line, “Age Away.” A few years ago, my friend (who is exactly my age) told me, “You know, my kids think I’m really old.” My friend’s kids are now aged 18-28. Well, I told her, “We ARE old but we like to think we’re not THAT old.” It’s 2017. Maybe, it’s time for me to end my boycott. Maybe, it’s time for me to learn how to chill. Maybe, it’s time for me to accept that I really need supreme youth revival to keep the age away.
— Melanie Lim