I’ve just hit the milestone of 44, and honestly, I embrace my age wholeheartedly. I feel more vibrant than I did in my 20s, wiser than my 30s, and I can still pull off cartwheels and eye rolls like a teenager. My body and face reflect my journey, and while there are changes, I appreciate them. Perhaps this newfound acceptance stems from prioritizing what truly matters in life.
As a mother of three, I have my share of insecurities. I deal with sagging skin and those frustrating monthly moments that make me question everything. Sleep eludes me, and I often wake up in a sweat, which certainly adds a new layer to my resting face—something I’ve always found amusing.
With age, I’ve learned that my body reacts differently now. A glass of wine can leave its mark on my face the next day, especially around my eyes, and if I forget to hydrate, the results can be less than flattering. Those carefree days of late nights and indulgent eating with no repercussions are behind me. Now, I find joy in pampering myself with facials and maintaining a solid skincare routine. This self-care is vital because I genuinely love the body that has served me well for over four decades.
However, I recently made a choice to enhance my appearance: I decided to get fillers and Botox—and I don’t regret it for a second. My children are aware of this decision, and I believe it won’t skew their perception of beauty. I’m teaching them self-love and kindness, but also the importance of making changes when there’s an opportunity to do so without harming others.
A conversation with an old friend, who has a perpetually youthful appearance, spurred my decision. “I get Botox twice a year,” she revealed. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done for myself.” That was the nudge I needed. I didn’t seek this out due to societal pressure; it was a gift I chose for myself. Just like coloring my hair or perfecting my eyebrows, I knew it would uplift my self-esteem.
Since turning 40, I’ve yearned for a change. The deep lines between my brows and the creases around my mouth were constant reminders of how I felt on the outside, which often clashed with my vibrant, happy interior. So, I settled into a sleek white chair and had those lines smoothed out. When I walked out, I felt like a more confident version of myself.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I was pleasantly surprised by the reflection that greeted me. I appreciated seeing a smile instead of a frown. I love that I no longer look like I’m scowling when I’m not. I just want my outer appearance to reflect my inner joy, and now it does.
Critics may label my choices as superficial, but their opinions don’t bother me. This is about my body and my happiness. While some might not notice any difference, what matters is that I do, and I’m the one striving for my own approval.
I absolutely adored my face before Botox, but I find myself loving it even more after this little enhancement. The concept of self-care varies for everyone; for me, this was a significant step I’ve wanted to take for years. Improving my appearance boosts my mood, and a happier me positively influences the people around me.
There’s no shame in taking the steps that bring you joy. So while some may turn their noses up at my choices, I’ll proudly keep those lines at bay.
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In summary, I proudly embrace my choice to use Botox as a form of self-care. At 44, I feel more confident, and I love that my appearance reflects my inner happiness. Everyone deserves to feel good about themselves, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.