A headline grabbed me today, it actually grabbed me by my index finger and forced me to click on the link that sent me directly to an article called: “Preventing Mouth Wrinkles?”
The bottom line was laughable.
I will save you some time:
Turns out there is almost nothing (short of surgery) you can do to prevent mouth wrinkles. Especially us women.
(I should know better than to trust a headline that ends in a question mark!)
Actually, there was some faint advice, but it was sparse.
Things like don’t smoke, stay out of the sun, and moisturize your face.
No newsflash there.
I think I am gullible.
I think we all must be.
Why else would I believe for a split-second there is a way to prevent mouth wrinkles?
And I believed for a teensy-weensy nanosecond that it was something I had yet to hear about — a super secret late-breaking scientific discovery!
I believed long enough to click on over and read an article that revealed (O.M.G.) we humans wrinkle. Even the most oil producing. It happens. Eventually. To all of us.
It’s kind of funny actually.
And we buy all sorts of products to prevent it from happening.
Until, it happens. (To us.)
Hey, I’m still going to avoid smoking, try to stay out of the sun, and I’m definitely sticking to my new daily facewash/moisturizing plan. Because I too believe “it’s never too late to age gracefully” as the article says.
Now, I know you over-50′s are laughing and shaking your head at me. And, I also know you under-30′s think it’s a wee bit late to save my shriveled face.
Here’s the irony:
I am overly proud of my scars.
I am slightly ashamed of my wrinkles.
The scars, I feel I earned, fought for, survived and lived to tell about.
The wrinkles feel like something out of my control, happening to me, almost through me in that thing called the mirror.
So, here’s the gag:
“Laugh Lines” are defined as either a slight depression in the smoothness of a surface or a humorous anecdote intended to provoke laughter.
What a joke!
Either way, I think I better stop obsessing about the crows-feet and mouth lines appearing in my photos.
I will embrace these wrinkles, one at a time.
Instead of laugh lines, I will roll out the red carpet and call them VIP lines.
Very. Important. (and) Pretty.
And that’s an investment in my heart if nothing else.