Personal Narrative: My Journey To Lusher

I came to Lusher in the 8th grade. That was when I first heard that moles were an unattractive quality. I was in art class quietly painting with my soft-bristled brush coated in liquid red when I overheard a classmate ask their friend what they found attractive in girls. The brown-haired boy first listed what he found attractive in girls, such as a nice smile, clear skin, and large assets. Although after he listed the appealing aspects of what he associated with girls, he listed the “beastly” qualities including loud girls, messy hair, and ugly teeth. When he was specifying what he appreciated in girls, I became intrusive to their conversation and forgot to keep painting so it wouldn’t have been obvious I was listening in. I was broken out
of the trance when he classified moles as an unattractive quality in girls. Thus, they then proceeded to make jokes and retell “traumatic” experiences between them and hideous girls. I grew up thinking that moles were an attractive quality in people, whenever family members visited my family they would always remark my mole on the top, left corner of my lip as model-like. Even at my father’s store, a couple years ago, this woman was paying for her 16 oz. Corona and “couldn’t help but notice [my] moles on my face,” she then asked me if I modeled some where after intently staring at my face like it was the lottery. I then asked my dad why people always asked if I modeled, and he honestly answered with “Your beauty mark is in the exact same place as a well-known supermodel.”