“Don’t just count your years, make your years count.” – George Meredith
Age has become like a prison in today’s society. We have to study by a certain age, marry & have kids by a certain age, retire at a certain age and ultimately die before we’ve even had a chance to really live. Ok, enough of being morbid!
In this day and age (no pun intended), there has never been a better time to really live out our hopes, dreams & desires. We have so much information at our disposal regarding the benefit of healthy living and exercise and with the recent boom in popularity of Non-Surgical Cosmetic Procedures (NSCP), you can help your face retain that youthful glow without having to go under the knife.
Take me for example: I’m (whispering quietly) 45, this age sounds really old, my mum was a grandparent by this age and my 23 year old self thought 45 sounded positively ancient! Fast forward 22 years & 4 kids of my own and I’ve officially arrived at middle age…ughh, I hate that saying. But the thing is, I still feel 23. I’m probably healthier and fitter than I have ever been, I’ve recently taken up weight lifting and it has been the best thing I have ever done, why didn’t I do that at 23? In my head, I’m still young enough to go clubbing, go on an 18-30’s holiday, wear clothing deemed inappropriate for a woman my age and just generally not act like a 45 year old should act (or how society makes us think we should act).
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream” – C.S. Lewis
So while I still feel 23 both physically and mentally, my face is beginning to show my real age. Rewind 5 years ago to the year I was turning 40. I had a lovely party, Hollywood Glamour. I had been on holiday, so I had a lovely tan to go with my sparkly dress. I had been careful what I ate and was doing regular HITT exercise (hadn’t found the weights at that point) so I was feeling and so I thought, looking good. I had a photographer to take photos of all the guests walking the red carpet. It was a fab night and I thought turning 40 wasn’t too bad.
Then I received my photos and OMG what had happened to my face? The wrinkles, the laughter lines, the frown lines, they were so deep and prominent; I couldn’t bear to look at the photos. I felt distraught, how could this have happened, how did I suddenly look so old. I’d always looked after my skin, used moisturisers and night creams etc. Then I had an epiphany; the Sun. I’m a Leo & for 39 years, I had literally worshipped the sun. Don’t get me wrong; I had always used sun cream, but probably not a high enough factor on my face. Now I was paying the price and I looked 50, not 40; it was time for action.
I had plenty of friends who were considering having Botox, but no one wanted to take the plunge first! We all had the same question: Where do we go? Who can we trust to stick needles in our faces?! Luckily, I had a friend of a friend who recommended me a clinic and one month after seeing those awful photos, I had my first Botox treatment. I have been hooked ever since! Hooked on the feeling I get when I see my wrinkly forehead become smooth over a matter of weeks, hooked on looking more like the age I feel rather than the age I am. I’m not a believer in growing old gracefully, I want to grow old disgracefully and look good doing it!
“Live your life and forget your age.” – Norman Vincent Peale
Back to the present time and I have had a number of NSCP over the last 5 years; dermal lip and cheek filler, micro blading on my eyebrows, chemical peels and of course, more Botox. It is not a miracle cure, it is not what Goldie Hawn & Meryl Streep fight over in Death Becomes Her (if you know, you know) but it is enough for ME. I feel good when I have these procedures, but I’m conscious that I don’t overdo it. I have some very good friends that wouldn’t hesitate to tell me that I’ve gone too far. I only wish that The Beauty Review had been around 5 years ago. To be able to go online and check out genuine & constructive reviews from other people to help me find a practitioner that I was confident would do a good job would have been invaluable all those years ago.
So what’s the answer to the question in the title: Age…what’s the magic number? Any age, you do you and if you need a little help to feel good doing that, then knock yourself out (or stick needles in your face, whatever takes your fancy!)