It was a photo from a summer with friends. I'm 46, and in that picture I could see everything. The lines. The thin skin. The dark circles. It caught me completely by surprise. I'd never noticed it that much until I saw myself next to them.
It had been creeping up since my mid-thirties, around the birth of my first child. That photo stayed on my mind for years.
I'm a consultant with a demanding job and two children. My skin looked thinner and less plump. Every time I smiled, the lines stayed after the smile had gone. I kept catching my wrinkles in the mirror and in shop windows.
So I wore more make-up. I tried every skin cream on the market. I even started thinking seriously about Botox and fillers.


