A few posts ago I was talking about how I thought make-up would help me to look at and into my face. I’ve had a rude awakening today.
My face is so ravished by time and the stress of these last three years. I was wondering why I didn’t take a good picture!
My meds have helped me to be so overweight that I now need 3 chins to hold up my head. My eyes are drowning in the sagging skin where my upper eyelids used to be. The lines, I can’t even tell you about the lines.
Menopause has given me the gift of whiskers that I pluck out almost daily. My skin is the colour of dried Elmer’s glue and almost feels like it too.
Where did it go? Did I ever have it? Is it gone forever?
No witty end to this post. It is what it is.