There’s a new-to-my-awareness probably-MLM line of products being hawked in my Facebook feed.
“Total makeover. Only takes 10 minutes!”
But you know what?
I like my face.
Some days, I have bags under my eyes, because I’m tired. Some days, I’m exhausted and have full-blown suitcases.
I’m at the point where I have creases in my forehead and crows feet next to my eyes.
This is me.
My path has not been easy, and I have the creases to show for it. But I’ve laughed a lot along the way, and I have the creases to show for that, too.
Also, I’ve spent 20 years raising my eyebrows at kids, and I have the creases to show for that.
The last five years have been especially unkind to my skin. Stress is unforgiving like that; age was a sidekick.
This is me.
I could buy stuff and try to cover it all up, but then who you see wouldn’t be me any more. It would be some weird likeness. A china doll version.
I’ve been spoken to pretty harshly for my opinions on makeup.
But really, I wish we could all just like our faces.