I didn’t realize the extent of my vanity until the day I discovered my first permanent line on my face (under the corner of my poor, defenseless eye area). It’s the acquaintance we like to keep at arms length called “aging” that creeps in and makes its mark in the stillness of the night – you wake up, find it, and eventually discover that you can’t get rid of it with the usual ammunition. This was the day that I came to a quick realization that this acquaintance, “aging”, was now going to be my full time companion. I would have none of it!
With “aging” making its grand entrance into my life I had to come up with a plan to push it back out the door. What was I to do?! The first attempt I made was to turn to the “eye cream family”. They were always supportive in the past. I spent time and money bringing some of these members home with me. Tried one then the others. Utter rubbish! They couldn’t get rid of this unwelcome guest, they could only moisturize it. I was not a satisfied customer. Then....a voice echoed.... “Botox”. Where did that come from?
I didn’t stop to think. I immediately called a very esteemed doctor I knew about and took my first step in making my Botox (my new best friend) appointment. The receptionist told me to come Tuesday morning. Tuesday in the A.M. was not good for me. Can’t I make it Monday morning? No, they see all their Botox people at the same time – some technical reason concerning the drug – she explains. OK, whatever.
On Tuesday, I find my way to the “Botox Club” office. I open the door – oh my – more members than I expected to see. I quickly noticed this club was not limited to a certain “type”. There was an impressive array of people – every age, gender, descriptive category. I check in, sit down, and wait my turn – occasionally looking up from my fashion magazine (filled with 12 year olds made up to look 25; yeah right, we the public are fooled, huh!) to check out this somber-looking group. No one smiles. I wonder why. I mean, we’re all here to get the miracle fix, right? People are in and out of the doctor’s office pretty quickly.
I am finally called in. Yay! The nurse leads me into one of the rooms. The doctor comes in.
Botox: Friend or Foe?
By: Jana Tether (View Profile)
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Hi Jana, Wrinkles come with age obviously, but it is up to us to accept them or not. I have been thinking of doing an upper eye lid lift and the thought of it scares me to death! Luckily I am almost 40 and people tell me that I look like I am in my late 20's. And luckily I have good genes. Regardless, the wrinkles are going to come and get deeper and longer. We cannot stop our chronological age. We are all going to age. It is the outlook of life that impacts our decisions as to even consider to go under the knife. Maybe I watch Dr. 90210 too much. Ooooof!!! But think of it this way, wrinkles and lines express our lives whether we live happy, sad, or mad lives. The way we eat, our environment, age, genes, and lifestyle impact the lines in our faces. Look up to my articles in the next week coming up, as I will be writing on an alternative natural method to facial rejuvenation.
hi - it's really interesting to read about the negative side of botox. it's too easy and tempting to get sucked into thinking that to say young looking you need to have botox, when in truth often it ofen just doesn't look nice. eyes are the most expressive parts of our bodies and we need to be able to smile with them.
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