As I come closer to the (barf in my mouth) 40th year in my life… I realize how fast time goes by! Cliche – yes! But, getting older? – Oh God save me – especially my face! As I stare at my 30-something body in the mirror I see wrinkles only on the one part of my body which I expose indefinitely… MY FACE!!! While most ads are targeted to the very large baby boomer population, I too consider the purchase of anti-wrinkle cream. I’m being proactive. Right?
I miss my tight, glowing, flawless skin from high school. I would never consider plastic surgery. Correction. I would never consider plastic surgery to my face. Boobs are another story. Let’s just say my body resembles a chubby 12 year old boy.
Oh the things I’ve tried. I did masks made out of pretty much anything in my fridge. I’ve made pastes out of aspirin and water… saw it on a beauty forum. I exfoliate, peel, moisturize, hydrate… you name it! I know. I can’t stop the aging process, but what I can do is complain about it! AGGGGHHHHH! Help me!