Yo, yo, yo!
Okay, before you get all judgmental just know that’s totally fine and I’m kind of judging me too.
Today, I am out in Denver visiting my mother. We were bored and for some reason I blurted out “let’s get BOTOX!”. We stop, starred at each other, and both decided this is either the best or worst mother daughter activity that exists. Either way, she was game.
We logged onto Groupon, found a place that looked cheap and legit enough that we weren’t scared of contracting something but also wouldn’t break the bank… thus we made an appointment!
The sun rose this morning and away we went. Both agreeing this was the closest we’ll get to living forever, we were psyched. We entered the beautiful MedSpa and started on our paperwork. Thorough and concisely written, I felt like I was seeing a new gynecologist or about to make another type of life long friend.
Maria greeted us with a smile, held up a mirror and asked, “okay, what don’t you like?”. I nervously laughed a little and said “this line right in between my eyebrows! It looks like I’m constipated and confused all day!”. Then she, nervously laughed.
20 injections right in between the eyes and the forehead, with super minimal pain. She was compassionate, non-judgmental, and explained how this has also been proven to help with migraines.
Migraines being the second reason I tried this; I’m excited to say I can already see a small difference in the wrinkle between my eyes. I know it sounds silly and superficial (and YES, I understand that I am putting a neurotoxin intentionally into my blood stream) but I like that the wrinkles on my forehead have smoothed. I like my face but I’m not always the kindest to my skin. Is it too much to ask to live until I’m 400, with porcelain skin, and legs for days (will someone please invent that surgery!?).
I digress. I tried Botox, and even though I’m slightly embarrassed, I’m proud of myself for trying something SUPER out of my comfort zone. It’s going to take at least 5 days to truly kick-in so stay tuned to my stories on Insta!