I’ve always been lucky with my skin. I skipped acne as a teenager and through my twenties it thrived on alcohol-induced dehydration and neglect.
I inherited the good skin genes from my mum’s side, both her and my grandma receiving compliments on their complexions well into their sixties. But lately things have started to change…
I have two children, aged four and seven, and I’ve always secretly enjoyed having people tell me I look far too young to be a mum. “Oh, really!? Stop! But actually, keep going.” But then it did stop – about a year ago.
Apparently in the last 12 months my skin has started to act its age.
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It happened right around the time my girlfriends (mostly in their early forties) started getting Botox.
While I’m adjusting to my mum face, my mum mates are rocking smooth foreheads and elevated eyebrows, looking like they’ve dropped five years and erased two kids overnight.
Now I’m not against Botox AT ALL. I reserve the right to opt for injections at any time. And to be honest, in my forties I probably will.
But right now, my body and I are trying to keep things relatively clean. It honestly just feels a little weird for me to alkalise my water and shun caffeine, gluten, sugar and dairy in the name of my health but then voluntarily inject stuff into my face..?
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That said, I might be nutritionally virtuous and pH balanced – but I’m starting to look old AF.
In true beauty editor style, it’s time to throw some product at the problem. I’ve enlisted the help of Vaia Pappas, salon director of Vaia Beauty – herbal medicine and skin care clinic, to embark on a new prescriptive skin care regime for me.