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http://vagnvagensbygg.se/firmenit/2693 The other day I looked in the mirror and found that my face is covered with spots of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. My nose looks like the surface of the moon, through a Hubble. My chin has sprouted a tiny beard (oh I wish I was a man, I would be in vogue!), and I know now that laugh lines are not related to improv theater. I see them even when I am not laughing. Unsure of what to do with my melting face, I turned to my friend, Google:
- How to reduce wrinkles?
- How to apply makeup to look younger?
- How to hide age?
- Best skin tightening serums?
- Hair color to reduce age
- How to avoid social gatherings
- How to change the topic when someone asks my age ….
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source I started discussing with friends and colleagues about Korean skincare regimes. I convinced my husband to include more vegetables on our dinner menu (oh that did not go well at all, let me tell you.) I watched videos of makeup tutorials. I looked at random people and started guessing their age. I have now a whole new level of respect for people who ‘age well’.
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While the current me is definitely 3+ sizes larger, with a bulging tummy, and frizzier hair, I look like a much surer person. It looks like I now have a much better picture of where I want to go and who I want to be. And I know why I love looking at pictures of Nandita Das, Sudha Krishnamurthy, or even Sushma Swaraj.
Now I know why I find Ellen DeGeneres super cute, or Meryl Streep beautiful.
And trust me whenever I am on the public transit I see the same thing across younger women. When I see a porcelain-skin, thin teenager, with heavy makeup, false eyelashes, and an Insta worthy dress, most of the times I see her trying to find the woman she will be years later. And I truly hope it doesn’t take her 10 years to figure that out.
This is a regular feature article by Whiny Bear, where she pens down her thoughts on various things. This time she writes about her new year resolutions! If you want to read her previous articles, click here
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