When I was young I truly thought lines and wrinkles that accumulated on women’s faces were signs of a life well-lived. With every crease there represented a memory of fun & happiness, or hardship & sorrow and each were to be looked upon as beautiful, graceful, & well-earned. I thought a woman should be proud of her lines as if they were a map to her life, age gracefully, fully accepting each line and wrinkle that she created. I thought that’s how I’d be.
But now that I’m at the age when the lines on my own face are deepening and getting a little too comfortable there, I’m admittedly having a hard time feeling the same way I did when I was a soft & smooth-skinned youth.
Since I smoked cigarettes for a solid 12 years of my life, had addiction to Coffee Bean’s unbelievable ice-blended mochas that I sucked down through a straw every morning for at least 5 years, and continue to drink out of water bottles on a daily basis, I’m expecting and possibly accepting the little lines that will soon surround my lips. I don’t have too much hate for happy laugh lines and I’d always figured that once my forehead lines become too much of an eyesore I’d just cut bangs to cover them. But what I am terribly afraid of, what I am seemingly having the most difficult time accepting is the thought of the dreaded 11’s in between my eyes. The thought of looking upset or angry for the rest of my life just doesn’t sit well. I don’t have two yet but I do have one that’s forming and not only that, when I’m focusing or anxious, the area around it gets red and stands out even more.
I’ve brought up Botox injections here and there to my husband because I figure if I could freeze the muscles before they have a chance to create the lines, they will never be able to form. I’d be ahead of the game {or time, I suppose}. But my husband has a strict “Boobs & Noses Only” plastic surgery rule and continually tells me not to mess with my “Money Maker” …my face {which makes me laugh even as I type this}. That said, I have often thought that I could totally go do it and he would never ever know …but honestly, I’m scared out of my mind at the thought of injecting poison into my face.
Growing up with a health nut mother lead me to taking various vitamins for my skin {E
Needless to say I’ve been worried about the lines in between my eyes a lot lately. A downside to photographing yourself for your fashion blog is that you become very VERY aware of every single flaw {as if I wasn’t already} but the photographs don’t lie {sometimes they do} and I can see a difference from when I began 3 years ago and now. And I. Don’t. Like. It.
So last week when I was reading The Coveted and Jennine recommended Frownies I literally jumped for joy and my hand on mouse went directly to Amazon.com
Today is literally the first day I’ve tried them {still wearing them between my eyes as I type this} so I can’t really give a review just yet but I will continue to wear them and let you know how they work out. I bought Frownies Forehead and Between Eyes
Wear them for a minimum of three hours or overnight when you sleep …they’re not only supposed to prevent future lines, they’re supposed to reverse the ones you may already have.
Brilliant.
On my way outside after my shower wearing only my LRL Spa Robe, Frownies, Chanel Rouge Allure lipstick {shade: 18 sexy} & my sunglasses …with my camera in hand, my husband looked at me and said “You’re gonna photograph yourself with those ON?!?!” …of course, I replied. It’s for my blog. {as if he didn’t know}
