There are few of us over the age of forty who does not look in the mirror every morning ,and secretly wish to erase those troublesome signs of age. Those horrendous reminders that we are not eighteen years old and haven’t been for quite a while. Passing years leave us with fine lines, freckles, age spots, soften jowls, droopy lids, double chins, and, dare I say it, wrinkles. Short of a nip and tuck, Botox, or a full face lift, there is not too much we can really do about it. They are our certified badges of having lived life. But need they be so obvious?
Some people do go for the ultimate enhancement, and if they hire a good plastic surgeon, they regain about ten years. I’m told that the perfect face lift is never recognized by any of your friends as such. They say, “You’re looking good. Did you lose weight? Dye your hair? Just come back from vacation?” A perfect face lift is never really noticed as such. It’s when people come up to you and ask, “Who did your face lift?” you know that you’re in trouble. May as well put on a red rubber nose and an orange fright wig or wear a sign on your back, “This is not my real face.”
Still, even though we may choose not to go under the knife, that does not mean we will give ourselves up to those youth stealing years. Like most people I want to look the best I can for the rest of my time on this earth, be it five months or fifty years. How I fight father time is with creams, lotions and make-up. Sleep helps too, if you can get it. But ultimately, when I remember to apply it, it’s the creams.
Americans as a whole spend billions of dollars a year on make-up and creams. We buy under eye cream, dark spot reducers, chin tightener, fine line filler, wrinkle eraser, facial hair remover, sun skin protector (15 – 30 – 45), and moisturizer, moisturizer, moisturizer.
We purchase a product, try it for a week, then run right out to purchase the next highly touted fountain of youth. Once this new cream is in hand we slather it on with a spatula in order that we shed those tokens of years before the Saturday night twenty year high school reunion, or some other such event.
Yes, we do all this to recapture a vision of ourselves that probably never really existed anywhere except in our own minds.
Do any of these products work? I imagine they help to some limited degree if you remember to use them every day and night, as directed, and stay out of the sun. I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I love the sun and its warmth. Especially, after a long cold winter.
Which brings me to another issue. What do we do with all the expensive jars and bottles of moisturizer and creams that are filling our medicine cabinets? For me, I rub it on my elbows, knees and butt so I am always baby smooth. Now how can you turn the clock back further than that?