Maysa is infatuated with herself. Her life, is an ongoing process of looking good.
Maysa doesn’t tire. She also doesn’t have a job; she “works” with her dad. Manicure Mondays. Tanning Tuesdays. Work-out Wednesdays. Shopping Saturdays. She constantly looks like she’s about to walk the runway.
I ran out of coffee last week, so I quickly slipped into some sweats, tied my hair in a bun and ran down to the local grocery store. And there was glamorous Maysa, in her skin tight jeans, long curled extensions, full make up and stilettos doing some grocery shopping. I felt like a bum. Yes, I get my nails done weekly and my hair is well, tamed, but Maysa has a PHD in Primp.
So last week I decided what the hell, even with a full-time job, I’m going to do what it takes to look glamorous at all times.
I spent most if not all my time at beauty centers. Changed nail polish colors to suit different outfits, made three stops at the salon in one week, booked a full body message and a body scrub. By the end of it I was exhausted. I was late to almost all the outings, been harassed way more than usual on the street, I ditched most of my friends and my man told he hated all the make-up I had on. My friend even told me I looked “typical Lebanese.”
And then it hit me. We have a type. And not a very comfortable one mind you. And here I was falling into the trap, about to get into an accident because my sky-high stilettos were to difficult to brake with. Here I was going through all this trouble to look good, but I wasn’t feeling so good.
I saw a mother this morning, holding one kid in her arm and struggling to push the other in a stroller, yet she was wearing the skimpiest little mini dress with fishnets stocking and knee-high boots. I didn’t understand what would possess her to dress this way at 9am. And then it hit me, she must be looking at me in my appropriate-for -work pants and blazer thinking-what the hell possessed me to dress this way. Bisoux
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Very nice post 🙂
I also like the photos very much…Mezew2a 😀
To be honest with all this talk about fashion and style on your blog I never thought I’d hear you say “slipped into some sweats and went out” 😛
Loved the post 🙂
Sometimes I wish I was.
Jokes aside, I’d like to believe I have a leveled head on my shoulders and am a hard-worker. But if there is one thing I can’t separate from my core-DNA is being all made up. (Mind you the mum with fishnet stockings + grocery heal shopping is ridiculous. Though I admit to similar happenings.)
But I can’t leave the house – let along look at myself in the mirror – if I wasn’t made up. Make up to a bare minimum, but the basic “mask” is there. Hairdresser visit every two days, beauty salon visit every Saturday morning.
Today is one of those days where I woke up late, woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and just feel that the whole world will implode on itself. And it’s one of those days that I didn’t “make myself up”. Call me crazy & childish, but I am positive that if I had my routine morning, I wouldn’t be feeling the way I am. If anything, I am positive that my day would have went much better than it has.
My 2 cents.
I’s happening to me too, the wife of the accountant is always good lucking with the long hair, long nails with different colors, very tight jeans & the big heels!! Man how can she handle it every day!!
I’m too lazy this week, barely ballerine 😉
We feel so flattered that you girls go through all this trouble for us. Keep up the good work ;))))))
It’s good that you are appreciating it 😉
Ma ento el lebneniye it’s all about appearances,even u lie about your age ,about cosmetic surgery, hehehe how did these women look before their plastic surgery????I know girls from uni who weren’t at their best in high school ,gooo onnn fakiesss
not all Lebanese girls went through plastic surgeries! this should be considered! Plus, looking good affects how you feel sometimes. For example after a long week of stress at work it feels so nice to spoil yourself for a day and look really nice on your day off.
The above stated is not always true. looking good is something that makes YOU feel good and it does not mean that you would look typical Lebanese if you do. The things you wear to look good can be comfy and you can look good without going to extremes. I have two jobs and i always manage to look good on weekends.
Great post! I just moved to Lebanon, and am living here for the first time ever!When it comes to dressing up, Lebanon does have its own style. But it seems women here overdo it…I was once at Leil Nhar in achrafieh after a night of partying. I spotted a lady & a man crossing the street, heading towards leil nhar, there was a 2nd lady in the back following them. (clearly she’s with them) but she’s falling behind.
The chick was blond, dressed in a skimpy, short,backless, black dress. the stuff u see strippers wearing. Mind you she was HOT though she didn’t look like a stripper…..here’s the messed up part: (at first i couldn’t tell and it took me a while to absorb it…but….)
She was PREGNANT!!! .