This is me. I am 48. I look okay for 48, but with a title of a post like this… y’all know what’s coming.
I’ve been asked, why do I talk so publicly about doing anything cosmetic to myself, and my answer is, why not? I don’t need to give anyone the illusion that I have great genetics and need no cosmetic help. Vanity for me is only extended to how I look, not that nobody knows how I got that way. My thinking is that there are hundreds of you out there reading this, or more, who have either had cosmetic enhancement or are thinking about it for now or later on,and you genuinely appreciate firsthand information. Not talking about it makes it some kind of dirty little secret that we become ashamed of, as we whisper furtively to each other, “I think she’s had her eyes done.” “No!” “Yes, yes,I’m sure of it!”
Once you get to a certain age, you have three paths:
- Accept nature’s gift of wrinkles, crow’s feet and your face slowly melting down to your throat. YMMV and you may be aging great,and y’all have my envy. This is not a bad option, and it is one most people take.
- Take on a little enhancement, but just a skosh, no surgery
- Don’t go gentle into that aged night. And absolutely don’t go down without a hell of a fight.
Now, I’m not one of those that wants to be overdone, and so far, I’ve been really careful and conservative in all of my treatments. Having said that, there are still two things that are seriously bothering me about what Father time and Mother Nature are doing to my face that I’m going to get fixed next week. Blepharoplasty on my upper eye and Lipo on my neck. My eyes have always been my best feature. They
are were wide open and big and expressive. Note in that picture above the subtle drooping and lack of a lower eyelid when I smile. Over the laast 5-10 years, that lower eyelid real estate has been getting smaller and the upper fold is now touching my eyelashes. I look sleepy and tired too often when I’m not. The second thing on the surgery block is the sag under my chin, just that little extra fat that’s been my constant companion since I hit about 30 or so, much smaller then, but growing over the years, and if it keeps on, it will start to sag and stretch and not go back in place and will require a chin lift, which I don’t want to do until I may or may not go in for a mini facelift in my later 50s.
There are people that will argue with me, tell me I don’t need anything. I recognize I’m my own worst critic about my face, but I generally like my face and am happy with how I look. When you have just one or two things that stand out as really bothering you that surgery can correct, I’m all in favor of just getting them fixed.
Guess what you guys get to look forward to for next week on Thursday? Probably some pictures, if they’re not totally hideous and I can get a picture snapped. The weak of stomach might want to skip that day.
So how much would you do, if anything? And if you’re not old enough to be thinking about this yet, and you say no, do you think your mind will change as you get older? For me, I definitely changed my mind, and cosmetic procedures got better. I swore when I was in my 20s and 30s I would never touch my face with anything or get surgery. And, well, here I am!
But on a more frivolous note, how about that Wii Fit? I hate yoga, and I seriously mean that, but that darn littl Wii Fit thingie has talked me into doing it every day, and I’m really loving it. How can that happen?