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Through a clear bottle – of moisturizer

I’m nearing the end of an era, of a time where pink martinis and 2am dance parties encompassed a carefree weekend of fun and frolic. A time where I could wake up three hours after going to bed from an all nighter and pop up for work at 5am still looking refreshed, feeling like Susan Summers after a ThighMaster workout – with tight buns and “abs of steel.” You know the era I’m talking about, the era of our roaring twenties. When everyday is like a new adventure, only to be embraced with confidence and the knowledge that not one piece of skin is sagging, nor is one laugh line showing.

It was only this morning that the sudden realization of my aging hit me, like the pungent odor from my revitalizing clay masque. When did I start needing a revitalizing masque to make me look refreshed? It’s not like I was out late last night with one too many cocktails – I went to bed at 10:00pm, after my detox tea! Don’t get me wrong, I knew this day would come. As a teenager my mom, through her anti-aging moisturizer and lip balm, would pass on her words of wisdom, constantly reminding me to take care of my body as I wouldn’t be young forever. But, who knew it would creep up so quickly, catching me off guard and surprising me with horror like my ex with “Ms. Tiffany” at Aunt Hazels 90th birthday… yet, I digress.

The thought of growing older never really bothered me. I always figured that with age comes wisdom, which I could really use a good scoop of. But, what everybody forgot to mention, was with wisdom comes wrinkles and for some, saggy skin! The truth is, it’s a realization that we all have to come to terms with, however, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a handful of options.

Now that there is an overwhelming need to find a routine to maintain an ounce of what’s left of my youth (ok I’m being a bit overdramatic), I’ve found solace in a little clear bottle of hope for me – simply put – moisturizer. I know for some this is a “duh” moment, but honestly for a long time I didn’t believe that I needed to moisturize. Truthfully, it was a battle with adolescent acne that had me convinced moisturizer was the reason for clogged pours and skipping out on date nights! Yet, the key is realizing that as we age, our skin changes and so do your battles.

So here I am, starring my thirties straight in the eye, knowing the inevitable will happen. However, though the battle of aging will forge on, I’m ok with the ending of an era, because in my arsenal of defense, I have my little clear bottle – of moisturizer.

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