#fine-lines

February 5, 2013

I remember the morning so clearly. I had just crossed the bridge from Perrysburg into Maumee, and as I eased to a stop at the first light, I grabbed what was intended to be a quick glance in the rearview mirror. My life changed in an instant. To my horror, I discovered that the lipstick I had applied earlier had crept craftily outside of my lip boundary, slipping northward via a couple of fine lines that I am sure weren’t there the day before. Turns out my Mom was right when she told me this day would someday come…I had officially developed (duh, duh, duh) fine lines (insert a mortified face).

I’d love to say that this was really no big deal to me…but I’d be lying! I have no problem with other people aging, and I cheer for them as they do it gracefully. But deep down I grasp at a misplaced hope that I’ll somehow be able to cling to youth forever. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about my current reality. I feel healthy, my clothes fit (nevermind the muffin top that likes to spill out over my jeans), and I still don’t have grey hair. But instances like “The Day the Fine Lines Appeared” are enough to shake me a bit and remind me that I’m not getting any younger! Before I know it I’ll lose my eyelids (my sister and I remember the day that our Mom called us in utter dismay because it had just happened to her).

Model: Fine Lines

Styling: Scifeye Candy  "Beachkini"

Makeup: Adore Subtract

Model: Fine Lines

Styling: Scifeye Candy "Beachkini"

Makeup: Adore Subtract