Last week I wrote about wanting my appearance to reflect my age, but I realized there are two sides to that coin. Do I want my maturity and experience to be acknowledged and respected? Yes.
Do I want to look like death warmed over every morning? Girl, you crazy.
I am a self-professed product junkie when it comes to skincare. I relish in discovering new treatments, whether for dark circles, breakouts, or an uneven skin tone. Every package presents a potential before and after
scenario. I’ve splurged a couple times on fillers and lasers, though I’m undecided whether I’d do it again. I want my children to know they’re in trouble by the look on my face. As much as I enjoy it, sometimes I feel guilty for the amount of time (and money) I’ve spent on these rituals. How do they align with my appreciation of women who age gracefully without intervention? Do I need to eschew all product to hold the same values? When it comes to an aging philosophy, it seems like women are expected to pick a lane: embrace it or prevent it. Maybe we should all take a sharp turn and head for the scenic route.