Just kidding. Well, kind of. We've talked about our gray hairs and our aging bodies, both of which I've accepted as a fact of life for me. But now, repeated comments by my mother about my quickly multiplying wrinkles have me thinking.
Seems like ever since the third baby was born last year I get a new one every day. To call them "laugh lines" doesn't quite do them justice. As I ran past a "medi-spa" the other day, I wondered if a laser lift, collagen injection, or a little alpha-hydroxyl could make up for all the years life guarding without sunscreen and scowling at my children. At the very least, the days of my apricot scrub and yellow Clinique face lotion are numbered as I search out a wrinkle-plumping product to invest in.
I know I should just accept my new found wrinkles, and I probably will...eventually. But until then, how do you approach yours? With love? Night creams? Eye creams? Do you think they work or is it just a marketing conspiracy that preys on the aging phobic?