As we get older, gravity starts to set in. Wrinkles form, lines creep in and things begin to sag. Would you seek out the help of a little Botox?
Moms facing off this week
You’re not 18 years old anymore.
You may look in the mirror and see (gasp!) gray hairs (waves hand).
You may look at your clothes and think, “Too young?”
You may see the energy your kids have and think, “Oh… I remember those days.”
And (the big one) you may even begin to notice a few lines and wrinkles creeping up on your face.
Oh, man… getting old can be tough sometimes.
Question: Would you ever get Botox?
I would absolutely, positively have Botox done in a heartbeat! After having my four sons, I saw the gray hairs creep in — which I hate — and soon after, I began to notice some lines forming around my eyes and my mouth. I’m not a fan of them at all.
I’m of the philosophy that if there’s something that can help fight them, why not take advantage of it? I don’t like seeing the lines on my face, especially since I’m only 33 years old! Will they get more prominent? I’m sure they will, and that worries me.
Many of my friends have Botox done, and they love the results. I want to stay young looking for my husband and my guys, so I’m OK with trying a little Botox out to keep me in the “zone!”
I’m not sure I would ever go far enough to get plastic surgery done, so I feel for me, Botox is a happy medium. I’m terrified of being put under, so honestly, you’ll never find me getting cut and pulled! Bring on the Botox, baby!
I decided years ago I would not do anything to alter my body cosmetically beyond haircolor or basic waxing (eyebrows, lips etc).
Now that I have breastfed two children, I admit I have considered getting a little lift here and there. But at the end of the day, I am proud of my bumps and bruises and resist the idea that beauty has to be defined by youth.
I am in no place to judge anyone else for doing what they feel is best for them, and yes, I want to be beautiful just like everyone else. I just feel that aging is beautiful, and each line is a memory, a badge of honor.
I wouldn’t feel right erasing that.