Why I became an Esthetician

Why I got into Aesthetics Sometimes ideas are free flowing and easy as to what to write for a blog post. I have so many ideas, I can’t write them down fast enough. Other times it’s a struggle. If I sit down with spare time to write a blog post, it’s almost as if I’m forcing it and my brain is like good luck to you. I stare at my notebooks forever, although I find anymore that I am trying to do my creative writing directly to the laptop, in turn skipping a step to my process. As I’m staring at the screen my teenage sloth (who can’t stand silence and loves to fill it with nonsense, which doesn’t always end up being non sense sometimes is thought provoking, and she has very good points) asked me why I got into aesthetics in the first place. Which is a very good question, and perhaps might be interesting. Aesthetics has been a part of my life from a very early age, in fact a lot of my childhood memories with my Mum are aesthetics related. One of my earliest childhood memories of my Mum was her doing my nails, if I didn’t bite them when she was at work Monday-Friday, then when she came home Friday, I would get to choose a new colour. Due to this my nail polish collection grew quite extensively at a young age. I am happy to say I have since then never bitten my nails to date and find that habit quite yucky. But I never quite realized how this would affect my adult life. At bedtime watching her rub her lotions and potions and listening to her explain how important it was to have a good face care ritual. To this day the smell of oil olay reminds me of my Mum, back then the information was not as readily available about the quality of the products. Who would have known that such brief moments in time would have such a driving impact on my adult life? In my teenage years there wasn’t a nail salon that I did not visit. It was back when acrylic nails were all the rage. For someone who could not grow their own nails I loved having mine look beautiful. But beauty was commonly associated with pain, the bleeding nail beds, the Dremel burns. The education available about the products, or the facilities in which you visited was hard to find if available at all. Little did I know that it would take my nails years to recover from this. After high school my dad was insistent that I get a trade, he was of the opinion I would always have something to fall back on no matter where life took me. There wasn’t even any question that aesthetics was the path that I decided I wanted to take. Some would say that it was meant to be, others would say I was groomed into it. Either way it doesn’t really matter. My Mum is no longer with me, and this profession is one that makes me feel a little closer to her. It holds so many fond memories. But history repeats itself as I now have a daughter who will one day have the same memories. Back to the original question of why I chose to be an aesthetician , I’m not too sure if I chose it, or it chose me.