Priceless

I’ve had issues with acne since I was a teenager and have the scars to prove it.  In my new-found effort to take better care of me I’ve started to see an esthetician once a month for a facial.  I call her The Sadist.  I adore her but while she is picking at my skin for two hours I scream obscenities at her in my head because I know she loves what she does.

I always leave quite a few dollars poorer, completely bruised and battered with no less than an expected 2-day healing period.

Today’s facial was no different.  My face is red and inflamed and for about 30 minutes of the facial I really wanted to hit her with something and thought she should pay me for allowing her to inflict that kind of pain.

I kept thinking, “Is this worth it?”

I sit here now thinking about the experience and I think about the cost of time, money and physical pain and realize that I spent so many years spending time, money and physical (as well as emotional) pain on things that in the end didn’t make me feel good about myself.

Then I realized, the question isn’t “Is it worth it?” it is “How much am I worth?”

Am I worth two hours of pain and two days of healing to feel beautiful afterwards?

Why, YES I am!

Am I worth the cost of the facial?

Why, YES I am most certainly worth it!

Truth is, I am absolutely priceless.