Admittedly, there was a day when I thought I would never get Botox. I was convinced I would never even consider undergoing any kind of cosmetic intervention to enhance my appearance or to attempt to defy the aging process.
As a matter of fact, I distinctively remember advising my mother that instead of worrying about the way her skin and body were changing with age, she should just accept the aging process and age gracefully.
Now, over a decade and half later, I want to go back and slap the know-it-all teenage version of me who thought she was allowed to give advice on aging long before her young, taunt skin was ever tainted by its first wrinkle.
At only thirty-one years old, the Grand Canyon-esque wrinkles on my forehead now taunt me.
… Age gracefully, huh? ….
…. Just accept it, wasn’t that what you said?