My heroes are often everyday people who do something extraordinary, in my humble opinion. Extraordinary by definition means very unusual or remarkable. Such is the case with Annick Rbsn from Canada. I do love the Canadians and I am so glad we are neighbors. : )
If you are a middle aged women like me, I will be 45 in February, then you will very likely love Annick response to a salesperson selling some products guaranteed to make her look 'younger'.
Read and enjoy her Facebook post regarding this encounter:
So. I was kind of a brat yesterday. And I don't regret it one bit.I was in the hallway at the airport, headed to my gate, when a man from a spa suckered me into a conversation by handing me a free bar of natural soap. NOTHING IS FREE PEOPLE! At least, not in airports, am I right?This is basically how the conversation went, although I admit, this is not verbatim.Man: "your skin is so natural looking, you aren't wearing any make-up, right?"Me: "Um, nooooo?"Man: "Let me guess your age..." Proceeds to pull out a number 12 years younger than I am.Me: "I look my age and that's ok actually."Man: unsure how to handle that.. "let me show you our face serum, because if you aren't careful to maintain your skin now, these wrinkles on your face will get much deeper, by 45, creams won't help anymore."Me: "what's wrong with a woman looking 40?"Man: "Well let's talk about the bags under your eyes, and smile lines, my eye cream could improve those in 15-minutes."Me: "What's wrong with my eyes? I have a miracle baby at home and haven't slept in 2 years, so if I have bags I am grateful to have them, and my husband and I laugh a lot. Those are his fault. He loves how I look... I don't think I need your cream."Man: (nervously) "They may be manageable now, but by 50, it's too late to correct sagging skin and deep wrinkles, unless you act now, only surgery can correct those."Me: "what's wrong again with a woman aging? You know, my husband and I can't wait to grow old together, we talk about it all the time, how we'll be this funny wrinkled old couple. My husband is going to age too, we all are. It's kind of how life works."Man: glancing nervously at other customers in the store who are listening in... "Wait, if it's the price that's an issue, I can offer you our special this week, all three creams for $199 - that's cheaper than Botox!"Me: "I look fine now, and when I'm 45 I will look fine, and when I'm 50 I will look fine, because there is nothing wrong with a woman aging. Old age is a privilege denied to many, and I don't appreciate you marketing youth instead of your products, and denigrating aging women as a sales tactic. Thank you, but I don't want or need your cream."I was so horrified by the normalcy of his sales pitch, and the sales ringing up at his cash register, that I took a picture of that wrinkled baggy face he was selling to, right on the spot.This is the face my children and my husband love. I think I'll keep it.
Extraordinary. My hero. Women, we need to flip the script. Today, I'm starting with myself.UPDATE *************I am shocked that this post has been shared upward of 12k times to date. I was really excited for a couple of minutes (that was my ego talking) until I realized what that meant. It means that in 2016, refusing to accept self-loathing as a beauty standard is a radical concept. And that is just depressing on a whole other level.I have been reading some of the comments and wanted to clarify that this wasn't a post about natural beauty over those who wear make-up, its not about being insulted by a salesman. Its not even about the salesman, who I am sure is very good at his job and following a script. Its about a billion dollar industry that depends on women hating themselves.And its not about how pretty or not I am. According to whose standards can we decide what is beautiful anyway?I could have been a supermodel, but I still would have been told there was something terribly wrong with my face. And odds are, I would have believed it. Its hard-wired into us from the cradle that our main value as a woman is beauty, and a standard of beauty that we can never actually attain. Even our supermodels get photo shopped.Let's start a movement peeps, let's end predatory marketing practices that sell self-loathing to women from cradle to grave. Women have more important things to do in 2016 than spend a single other minute worried about our wrinkles or the acceptability of our thighs.Flip the script when you hear it. Every time. Until it loses its power. The next generation needs you to change the game.There is nothing more powerful than how you spend your money, way more powerful than FB views and shares.Let's start a movement that says no to brands that require you to hate yourself in order to sell their products. Don't give them another one of your dollars.*And for those of you worried I was too hard on the salesman, don't worry, tone doesn't translate well, but I'm Canadian after all. I was very, very polite. ;)