Mary Kay Gave Me a Purpose
Wow. I honestly feel sad for you. Mary Kay gave me a purpose when I was a stay at home mom with no confidence. The women I met lifted me up and showed me I was worth something. They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
I didn’t even care about the money at first (even tho I did make some). You clearly never tried to grow or believe in yourself. And you missed out on more than a paycheck You missed out on a sisterhood. If you had spent less time being skeptical and more time being grateful you would have seen the blessings right in front of you. So sad you can’t see that.
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“You missed out on a sisterhood.”
You keep using this word, “sisterhood.” I don’t think it means what you think it means.
True, sisters can be mean to each other, especially up through the teen years. But to con your own adult sisters out of their time and money for your own gain? There are other, more appropriate words for this. But certainly not “sisterhood.”
Go back a couple of days and read that post from that director whose own senior stole her DIQ in order to get credit for it herself. The one whose national ignored her and then shamed her in public. No one acknowledged two deaths in her immediate family; they only wanted to know why her business was bad.
If that’s sisterhood, give me solitude.
Oh, you had a purpose … your purpose was to order so they could get commissions. That “sisterhood” was fake, It was lovebombing and manipulation.
Tell me, if any of the sisterhood quit, did the sisterhood survive the loss of cash flow?
I’m curious. For those of us who were in Mary Kay for 10+ years, how many of those women in your “sisterhood” are still your friends today? For me, a big fat 0.
This woman who posted is the typical, vulnerable, non-confident woman that Mary Kay consultants and directors devour for their own purpose. Pretend to care about her to get her to join the “sisterhood “ and get her to place orders. Keep building her confidence so she will continue to order. Ordering is what keeps you in the “sisterhood”, not true friendship.
I came here to say exactly this! Ask anyone who has left an MLM, for whatever reason. Those friends and sisters evaporate rapidly. Because MLM “sisterhood” is transactional, not unconditional. And when you stop lining their pockets, they drop you like a hot rock.
Two — both are former directors and both are completely out of MK. I left in late 2008 (sold out all of my Christmas/holiday stuff and said done); the other two were gone about a year later.
We don’t see each other all the time since we live in different states, yet we still chat and message regularly about life, children/grandchildren, and things.
Huh. Apparently, willful ignorance *is* bliss.
Wow. I honestly feel sad for you.
Why? It doesn’t sound like an IPA.
Mary Kay gave me a purpose when I was a stay at home mom with no confidence.
That purpose was to be a walking talking ATM.
The women I met lifted me up and showed me I was worth something.
Your worth was valued at what you could give them; money or access to more warm bodies for them to exploit.
They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
They bee-LIE-ved that their polished pink scripts filled with half-truths would deceive you. They did.
I didn’t even care about the money at first (even tho {sic}I did make some).
It’s a good job you didn’t care about the money since Mary Kay’s own figures show you didn’t make much.
https://www.pinktruth.com/2026/03/02/pathetic-income-for-sales-directors-in-2025/
You clearly never tried to grow or believe in yourself.
It’s clear that you have never read a single “I-Story” here.
And you missed out on more than a paycheck
An average annual paycheck of $214 Cdn before expenses isn’t all that appealing to me, thanks.
You missed out on a sisterhood.
I’d rather not pay to have friends.
If you had spent less time being skeptical and more time being grateful you would have seen the blessings right in front of you.
Sorry not sorry. I’d rather be skeptical than blindly grateful for scraps.
So sad you can’t see that.
When you invariably fail and your new friends fade away like a pink fog, we’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces.