I think the time has finally come for me to surrender a battle I’ve been losing for so many years. Walking through life with this burden weighing me down has caused who knows how many bad days, needless squabbles, foul moods, or dejected evenings, but it’s time for all that to come to an end. I’m talking, of course, about my struggles with aging.
The society we live in screams two, very different messages at women every day. The first (the one they actually say out loud) is that you’re perfect just the way you are. The second (which is only ever implied but nevertheless just as strongly expressed) is that there’s something fundamentally wrong with looking older. That you should fight it. So I have been, fighting it that is, for years and I’m sick of it. Without layer upon layer of foundation concealing something I should be proud of, I can’t even leave the house. I’m ready for a permanent solution and I think I’ve already found it.
I was talking to my doctor a week or so ago about getting anti wrinkle treatments in Melbourne, to cover up the traces of age I simply cannot accept, and she actually thought it was a wonderful idea. I don’t know why, but I’d assumed she’d think me weak somehow, but her stance was more powerful than that. In her own words “if you really don’t like something about yourself, change it”. That is precisely what I mean to do.
At the same time, while we were talking about getting anti wrinkle injections, she mentioned that I might want to look at getting cosmetic fillers in Melbourne at the same time. I’ve had a bit of sun damage happen to my face for various reasons over the years, and although I’m more open about showing them than I am my not-so-fine lines, they’re still a part of me I don’t like. So why not? I’m meeting with a dermatologist in about two weeks time, why shouldn’t I talk to her about it and see what she says?