I was eight years old when my mother bustled me halfway across town to a high-end department store, where the cosmetics counter, stocked with mysterious vials and decanters, resembled an alchemist’s workshop. I offered this observation to my mother who, already believing me too fanciful, placed a finger on my lips. Not here, she mouthed. An hour … More am i only getting microneedling because i suck at life?