So if you have gotten to know me at all you know I’m a sucker for any article that has the words glow or lifting or anti-aging in it. So when I saw an article about how to care for your skin in your 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s you know I dove right in. As my pointer finger started cramping from having to scroll all the way down to the 40s, I had to stop and have a serious talk with myself.
“Jen,” I said, “What are you searching for? What do you ultimately want? A serum is going to fulfill you? A facial oil will make you happy? Finally learning the difference between retinol and retinoids will bring you closer to God?
When will it end Jen? Didn’t you hear that your 7,000 Sephora points are going to expire? All those points! And for what Jen? A bunch of sample size mascaras you can never find? Don’t you want to relax? Be happy with just who you are? Aging is part of life, Jen. Deal with it.”
As the conversation with myself and the bottle of Santa Margherita came to an end, I had one thought.
The thought of the skinny young Soul Cycle whore I saw on camp visiting day with the toned legs and the dewy skin, and…
I said “Jen, buy the facial oil, believe the labels that say anti-cellulite cream, sell your mother’s Chanel for some fraxel, and stop eating fries like they are a good carb.”
Judge me all you want but I’m in for the good fight. I will slather on the firming body creams, I will massage the oils into my face till I almost bruise, and I may even ask my dermatologist to Thermage the fuck out of me.
Because I’m 45 and I am a fighter.
And.. I will get something good with my points too. 
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Pants that Lie To Me, and I Believe Them, When I Eat My Fries:
