I have never (ever) understood why people use artifical means to hide their age. It must be a psychological affliction.
Today, when I took the train into town, life afforded me 32 minutes of staring at two Russian ladies who had managed to get some physician to “ignore” his/her hypocratic oath to completely disfigure two individuals who now look like a deceased Darth Vader, warmed over in a defective microwave oven.
I have many friends who have – like me – turned old(er). They all look great and, if I may be permitted to say so, the ladies on that list look better than ever. And I don’t only have one in mind. ☺
The two victims I saw today looked like a spectacular Legoland death, melted plastic and all. Smiles frozen, outrageously pneumatic lips … and a totally scary demeanor to make a potential “Zombie Apocalypse” a minor event in comparison.
Just don’t, please.
Stay the way you are … and be proud of it.
Back to my cocktail(s).
They make me look younger every day. ☺