![]() I grew up with a fitness-obsessed father and a Malibu Barbie mom who’d prioritized their youth and beauty above all else. ![]() ![]() Now, at 43, I felt like a radical for having waited so long. And trimming my blephs was something I’d anticipated tackling head-on, or, rather, eyes open, with a light anesthetic when I hit 40. My mother always warned that as I grew older, my lids would be the first things to fall. That’s where they trim the excess skin off your eyelid so it doesn’t sag down over your pupil, making you look like a bullmastiff. ![]() I recently found myself uptown, at a fancy plastic surgeon’s office, asking if I should have an upper blepharoplasty.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |