Are you tired of hearing the stories about Pink Truth success? I hope not, because I’m sure not sick of them. They warm my heart, and I love hearing from our members who identify with these stories from newbies.

Thank you so much, pinktruth!  I joined Mary Kay only a month ago, but I am already sick of it.  I thought that it seemed great from the outside.  I did my research, which included visiting your website, but my eyes were so starry that I don’t think anything could have clouded my beautiful visions.  I wanted a car!  I wanted money!  I wanted freedom!  And I could have it all with Mary Kay!

Well, fast forward a couple of weeks and I’m already dodging phone calls from pushy up-lines who are trying to get me to buy inventory (which I did, unfortunately).  My husband is trying to be supportive and reign in his wife, who from his point of view has gone completely bonkers, and my friends are avoiding my phone calls.

“Oh don’t worry,” says my NIQ, “We’ll get them yet!  It’s your job to bless these girls!”.  At this point I’m wondering how a business can be a blessing when I’m losing my friends and giving my husband ulcers, but I still want the cash!  I want the car!  I want the dream!

Another two weeks later, and I’ve realized the folly of my ways.  I’ve now realized all the things that I don’t want.  I don’t want to sucker women into a career for my own personal benefit.  I don’t want to harass strangers under the guise of “blessing” them.  I don’t want to lose my friends, or the respect of my family.  I don’t want to be EXCITED anymore.  I’ve never been that excited in my life over anything!  I’ve seen southern television evangelists with more composure!

I went to my first meeting and I wanted to smack those women over their pretty little heads with their fake tiaras and cheap prize-purses!  I tried to scream my annoyance, but they just grabbed my hands, jumping, and screamed with me!  Ok, I didn’t really scream, but only because I didn’t want to sink to their makeup-crazy level.

And what I really don’t want -what pushed me over the edge- were the emails.  I hate the emails.  The motivational ones with too many exclamation marks, misspellings, and size 46 font the color of Pepto-Bismol that tell me that I can achieve everything if only -ONLY!!!!!!!- if I believe it!  Well, thanks for the stunningly ridiculous advice, but I believe my bank statements and the fact that my husband now sleeps on the couch.  I also believe that friends are more important than money.

I believe that my level of success in Mary Kay does not determine my worth in any way.  And I believe that such a materialistic company, that rewards women with crappy diamonds and five dollar bracelets for selling makeup, should not bring out the God card to either motivate or chastise the women who are a part of it.

I’m not condemning any of the women who have been pulled into this scheme.  I was, too, for pete’s sake.  I’m just frustrated.  I finally called it quits, with your help, and emailed my senior consultant a letter that was much more reserved than this one.  I simply said that for reasons involving my family, I can no longer sell this product or spend my spare time trying to build my business.  She responded with a call, telling me not to let others steal my dreams.

Great, thanks, now my husband is a dream stealer?  The man who actually encouraged me to embrace my inner entrepreneur?  The man who loved me enough to give me $1800 via credit card?  I’m tired of the negativity and brain washing.  It feels so wonderful to emerge from this stress that has been gradually building from the moment I signed that contract.  Thanks, pinktruth.  Without the information and advice I found here, I might have stayed in another 4 weeks.  Heaven forbid!

I wanted to write you to let you know how you have helped me and, I admit, mostly just to vent.  So thanks.  I am SOOO EXCITED about this website!  😉