Category: Life

So a few weeks ago I was at my doctor for a routine visit and I pointed out this puffy spot in the corner of one eye. He said it was probably because I sleep on that side (I do) and that it was “gravity”. He suggested trying to sleep on my back or my other side. Easier said than done.

My friend and super stylist S. thought it was perhaps an allergic reaction. She gave me a few suggestions that I took, but I am pretty sure it’s not allergies at this point.

I figured it would eventually go down, but it has not. That is, if it is indeed there, and not a figment of my imagination…

I say this because two of my friends at work now think I am nuts, they can’t see this spot. Well, I admit it is indeed a small spot. Quite small. Maybe so small that most people (beauty and medical personnel excluded ) can’t see it.

Maybe I should ignore it. Maybe this type of thing just happens when we get older. Maybe I am just too vain. Maybe I am just a wee bit nuts. Maybe this is the first sign that I am turning into Joan Rivers.

Or maybe — just maybe — my dermatologist has a magic cream for me. A cream that just might to more for my aging ego than for my swollen spot of unhappiness.

Today I went on a two-hour walk. I was running errands and decided to do all of them on foot. Felt good after. But when I got home, I washed up and noticed something different.
I discovered (what I think is) a new wrinkle. Sometimes when I point out new wrinkles to my friend K she laughs her head off.

Me: Look at this. Is it a new wrinkle?
K: That is not a wrinkle.
Me: Look! (I make a face to highlight said new unwanted facial crease and draw nearer and into better light.)
K: Well, if you scrunch up you face like that I see something. Just don’t do that, anymore. Silly.
Me: Okay. (Then I go home and do just that face in mirror just to check on its progress.)

They say after 40 you can choose your ass or your face. I have been choosing my face, letting my ass take care of itself. But now I am thinking we can indeed choose our bodies. Our faces are pretty much genetics. I have good face genes; am lucky I guess. And in jeans, my bum looks fine but could be a bit less ample.

I also wore my chilled face mask again today. It helps with the under eye puffiness I never used to have until very recently. (My doctor told me it’s gravity and I should try to change my sleeping position; easier said than done, I might add.)

Hello middle-age. I welcome you! Bring it on. I am ready.