I’ll never forget the day I saw my first line on my face. I had just turned thirty-five and had never given a second thought to my skin.
Sunscreen? Hell to the no!
Exfoliate? No thank you.
Facials? No way I’m passing up the hot stone massage.
My BFF had been obsessed concerned about her skin for quite a while. I had always laughed at her when she hid from the sun under her huge JLo hat at the pool. Little did I know at the time that she was a freakin’ genius.
It was as if the lines appeared from nowhere. My upper lip look so….creased! Why did the skin on one side of my face sag when I smiled? (Note to self-LESS smiling!) And my forehead-when in the HELL did those Botox-worthy wrinkles show up? *cue bad bangs haircut*
So I joined the BFF in her quest to turn back time on my skin. I ordered every “anti-aging” product I could find. I stopped any woman with glowing skin and begged her to tell me her skin secrets. I bought 1000 spf sunscreen and covered it with makeup that had sunscreen in it. I had an awkward appointment wit my dermatologist where I made him rate my skin on a scale from 1 to 10. The type-A’er in me was determined to find a solution!
And for the most part, my skin does look better today than it did a few years ago. But more importantly, I’ve come to realization that I don’t look twenty-two anymore. (Although a really drunk guy thought I was twenty-seven last month-I’ll take it!) And I’m not gonna lie, there’s a little part of me that likes those laugh lines, I’ve had some really good times while developing them. I’m determined to prove that some things DO get better with age.
(Liz Fenton is one of our skin-savvy guest bloggers we’ve invited to share skincare experiences with you. We created this blog to be you-powered).
I love this story, Liz. Excited to read more from you!
You look young to me- even when I’m not drunk! Love this!
Funny how those little lines sneak up on you and announce that you are not as young as you feel.
Thanks for the laughs, Liz… but you’re wrinkling me with your wit!