Archive for January 25th, 2011

Genetically, I have both won and lost the lottery.  My mother and her mother come from a line of women who look and act easily ten years younger than they actually are/were.  In fact, my grandmother made my mother promise not to list her age in her obituary because everyone assumed she was in her 70’s and not her 80’s.  The women of my dad’s family, however, age rather poorly.  Craggy faces, tired skin, the works. 

What this means for me is that I get a little bit of both worlds.  I work on my skin texture because that’s what my maternal grandmother taught me to do from an early age.  Moisturize and always, always smooth on lotions and makeup with upward strokes.  I don’t think I look my age, but I’m not that 10 years younger that my mother enjoys.  Maybe more like three.  The reason for this is that I have some lines on my face that could not have come from any other source than my father’s side of the family.  I mean, woo!  you could plant some corn in those furrows. 

I have worn my hair over my forehead for years, mostly cut into bangs or fringe, because of the frown lines on my forehead.  I look at my contemporaries and none of them have the deep grooves I’ve got.  Maybe I’ve been a bit too facially expressive over the years. 

I am in the process of changing my hairstyle (again) and in this process I have uncovered my banged/fringed secret.  Currently I hate my haircut but it’s on its’ way to something else (I hope) so right now I am just trying to live with it.  But the abyss on my forehead is hard to ignore. 

On a whim, I Googled a few search terms, like “deep wrinkles” and “wrinkle treatment” — because oh yes I am vain — and set about learning what it is I could do about this problem.  Here’s what I’ve come to: 

  1. Botox is out.  I am not anxious to inject myself with a toxin.
  2. Other facial fillers are not totally out of the question, at least not at this point.  More reading will need to be done. 
  3. Wrinkle creams are a decidedly cheaper alternative, and therefore there’s a strong possibility I will attempt. 
  4. Still, I loathe spending a lot of money on makeup without that magical guarantee that it will restore my youth.  Or at least a semblance of my youth. 
  5. I don’t entirely trust that a cream would even begin to fill in the lines on my forehead. 
  6. Plastic surgeon?  I hate to admit this, but yeah.  I probably would.  If I could. 

So you see, despite my tomboy nature, there is something of a girly-girl lurking inside me.  I try not to let her get the upper hand because that leads to all sorts of money-spending, and the last thing I am able to do is spend money all willy-nilly.  Given a free hand and an open bank account, I could load up on shoes and jewelry pretty quick, because those are my girly weaknesses. 

I was born to the wrong socioeconomic class, y’all. 

I guess my next step, the safest and least spendy of my options, is to shell out some bucks for a wrinkle cream and see what happens.  Because my hair is on its’ way to something else and I need to keep up. 

— Mox

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