If anyone had ever told me I'd be in a business where bodyworkers and estheticians work side by side, tossing around terms like 'cranial sacral therapy' and 'microdermabrasion', I'd have told them they were nuts. Me? A medium maintenance, more natural than glitzy kinda girl? Apparently so. I've seen things that non-practitioners should never see. For example, a Brazilian wax demo. On an enormous monitor above the waxee. Gulp. There's also the ceaseless spray tanning, eyelash extending, cellulite ironing, breast lifting (with tape--I know!), and so on. These things no longer phase me. I can watch all this AND eat my yummy chicken caesar salad with stale croutons without blinking an eye. Took me a few years to completely de-sensitize, but I'm there. Turns out, I'm still immature, though. Middle-school immature. How do I know this about myself? Well, a couple weeks ago I was at a makeup training class to talk to the students about my comp...