Crinkles, no wrinkles
Growing up, I was allowed to wear makeup. My mom's only rule was "keep it from looking like a clown."
In high school, I used eye shadow, eyeliner, Chapstick, lipstick, lip gloss and blush. Occasionally, mascara.
By the time I was 21, my makeup regimen was down to lipstick and Chapstick.
Probably about 1997, I pretty much had ditched the lipstick. Chapstick is ALWAYS in my purse, though.
It seems like there has been quite a bit of talk at work lately about wrinkles. I'm late 30s, but don't have even the starting of crows feet or forehead crinkles. It's been noticed and I've been asked for my "secret."
My skin is FAR from perfect. I do get a zit once in a while. It's not shiny and fake-porcelain-like Nicole Kidman. Botox and Revlon are NOT my friends.
Admittedly, I don't smoke, but am very conscious of my expressions. My face is left au natural. I sleep on a satin pillowcase. I drink water and exercise. It seems to be enough with my genetics.
And my self-esteem.
The Last of Sheila (Coburn)
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