August 21, 2011 1:16:00 AM
David Creel - firstname.lastname@example.org
With my 40th birthday quickly approaching, I have been staring in mirrors a lot longer lately. The face I had in my 20s and 30s is vaguely recognizable amidst the strangers that have moved in around my eyes, forehead and mouth.
Yes, I am referring to those little fine lines and wrinkles caused no doubt by overexposure to the sun, stress and time itself. SPF is a word I have most recently added to my vocabulary and most especially to my daily skincare routine. Believe me, the days of my youth spent toasting my pale skin in the afternoon sun in the quest for the darkest tan of the summer are long gone.
The only things left behind are memories of silver aluminum sunbathing blankets and the smell of coconut scented oil, followed closely by the reality of sunspots, freckles and uneven skin tone. With this in mind I felt it was time to take it to the next level.
Dermatologists were a thing my older friends spoke of at dinner parties, and Botox was something I scoffed at when my salon clients brought up the very notion. I''m a skeptic when it comes to the promise of youth and anti-aging magic from most cosmetics. However, in the recent past I have found myself slathering on lotions and potions that claim to boost collagen, tighten pores and minimize under eye puffiness.
It was only when at the makeup counter, somewhere between the lipsticks and glosses, that another beauty advisor shrieked, "You have a bit of eyeliner smudged near your cheek," that I knew something was up. For several days I blamed it on bright fluorescent lighting, but alas, it was a sunspot darkening with age. Suddenly, the horror of my impending birthday seemed more prominent, much more of a big deal than ever before.
Fast forward several months to my second chemical peel, four weeks of nightly doses of prescription strength Retin-A, religious applications of moisturizers with an SPF of 30, and I''m feeling much better about turning the big 40; giddy even.
I have said goodbye to my old familiar friend, the sun, and with it bid farewell to the bronze tan in exchange for a more youthful glowing face with fewer freckles. Joan Rivers once said she didn''t mind time marchin'' on, but she had a real problem with it marching across her face. I love Joan and her wit, and I think growing old gracefully is admirable ... for some. I plan to fight it every step of the way, with both gloves on!
Former Columbus resident David Creel owns Beautiful with David Salon in Jackson and has 20 years experience in the industry. Email him at beautifulwithdavid @gmail.com.
Former Columbus resident David Creel owns Beautiful With David salon in Jackson and has 20 years experience in the beauty industry. Contact him at email@example.com.