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The perils of your 40’s, my friends. 

Back in the day, I was one of those teens who didn’t have a whole lot of problem with blemishes.  I counted myself as lucky, and realized the blessing I had in my clear skin, even if nothing else about my body was working in my favor (hello, womanly curves, where are you…).  I skated through my 20’s with good skin, too.  Even pregnancy hormones didn’t do too much to disrupt the landscape on my face. 

But ohmigod since I hit 40 all manner of hell has been breaking out (literally) on my face. 

Last night at dinner, Spawn looked over at me and said, “Mommy, you have a pimple on your chin.” 

Yes, um, well, thanks for pointing that out.

I do not understand how I can go to bed clear-faced one night and wake up the next morning with a minefield brewing on my chin. 

Not only that, but I’m seeing a distinct difference in the texture of my skin.  Fine lines are no longer fine, and by the way that is not fine with me.  I’m starting to look a bit haggard. 

I’d always assumed that I would be like my mother and grandmother, those two ladies of the lovely skin.  My grandmother forbade us to put her age in her obituary when she died, because she looked about ten years younger than she actually was, and it was her last wish to go to her reward perceived as gone too soon.  My mother, too, looks years younger than she is.  And because I look like my mother, I just assumed that I’d be like that, not taking into account the genetics that come from my dad’s side of the family.  But the women on my dad’s side of the family — whoo!  They do not wear their age well. 

I guess stress and worry has something to do with it, and I’ve had a bit more of both these past few months.  And I guess I’m just as vain as your average woman, because my former resolve to age gracefully has gone right out the window.  I’m throwing everything I have at this. 

Vanity, thy name is Mox. 

 

 

— Mox

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