I asked DD to take a photo of me with my Aperol Spritz on Sunday afternoon and recoiled in horror when he showed me the results.
I initially declined his offer to share the shots, but I hadn’t posted anything on my Thirsty Travellers Instagram page for a while, so I requested he forward the “least terrible” one.
Then I attacked it with an airbrush tool until it looked like this:
Still old, but not quite as wrinkly. Pity I forgot to fix the loose skin on my forearm.
I am not proud that I am faking it on social media.
Mortified that I do, mortified if I don’t.
I am less than two months away from turning 54 and I’m feeling it when I look in the mirror.
I also hate that DD looks across the table in restaurants at un-airbrushed me.
When he met me I was a dewy 46. I’d lost 10 kilos on the Divorce Diet and looked like THIS in a bikini …
Not pin-up worthy, but you definitely wouldn’t catch me in a bikini now.
Blergh, old age sux. Especially when one side of your face is falling faster than the other.
When I put my make-up on in the morning, I stretch my skin back and contemplate the pros and cons of a facelift.
The older I get, the more pros there seem to be.
I think I’d also get my eyelids done. The 86-year-old Italian bloke that I run into on my walks each morning had his lifted recently and is very happy with the results.
I’m not keen on the pain and extensive bruising that’s involved – the old bloke looked like he’d gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson afterwards – but the results entice me.
Have you ever thought about getting a facelift or do you regard it as appalling vanity?
I know I should be comfortable with growing old gracefully, but I’m finding it’s easier said than done as each year passes.
If I hang in there for a few more years, maybe the urge will subside and I’ll embrace the new old me.
On the other hand, the main photo on this blog post shows a before and after by a plastic surgeon called Dr Chris Moss … whoa!
Song of the day: Bruno Mars “Just the way you are”
Wow, that’s an amazing before and after. The after looks natural too, not overdone. About to turn 52, I didn’t appreciate being in my dewy 40s at the time! Also guilty of using photo filters; torn on that issue.
No, you can’t be 52! I think of you as being about 40, tops!
That’s very kind Alana, thank you. I’m 40 in my head! But definitely 52 everywhere else. Just trying to enjoy where I’m at.