Is there a person among us who has never
worried about growing old and all the afflictions which come with the natural
ageing process? Weaker eye sight, deteriorating teeth, sore muscles, and cranky
old joints are just some of old age’s side effects which terrify us. And yet, perhaps
the scariest of them all is the inevitable arrival of wrinkles, especially on our
faces.
I mean, these are faces we have been proud
of all through our lives. They identify us, define us, and help us become
attracted to another - or many others. In an increasingly appearance conscious
world, one where we are constantly connected to everyone else on the planet through
social media, a person’s face has become their single greatest asset.
Obviously then, if anything were to happen
to our faces, be it accidental or natural, we would be completely terrified. So
it is for most of us, and so it was for a dear friend of mine. Now, before I
tell you about her dilemma and her experiences with the solution she found, let
me quickly explain that Rachel, to me, is absolutely gorgeous. She is a little
older than me, loves the outdoors, and has a constantly lively personality.
So what then, you ask, is the problem? Well,
her lifestyle, with the prolonged exposure to the sun and the wind, combined
with the fact that she is almost always smiling and laughing, had left her with
the odd wrinkle on her face, and quite a few smile and laughter lines. If you
ask me, they added a touch of wisdom and even more charm to her appearance, and
I told her so. Yet, she was adamant about rejuvenating her skin and restoring its
smooth and youthful appearance. Her solution: skin treatment with Botox for wrinkles from a private cosmetic
clinic in Harley Street, London.
Honestly, I was incredibly nervous when I
first heard her intentions. After all, how many botched up Botox jobs had I
seen on celebrities? I didn’t know much about anti-wrinkle injections then, and
some of my uncertainty must have gotten to Rachel too, because she became rather
nervous as the date of her first appointment at the clinic drew closer. She
dove into research, having done none of it before making the appointment in her
usual, act-first-think-later style.
I was curious myself, so I helped her with
the research, and what we found on the internet didn’t quite help us reassure
ourselves. The day of the appointment came, and Rachel begged me to go with her
- for moral support, if nothing else. As it turns out, that first day was a
simple consultation with the doctor to discuss Rachel’s background and medical
history, but his answers to our questions did help to calm us down considerably.
Once the clinic had formulated a treatment
plan for Rachel’s wrinkles, they called her back, and she dragged me along once
again. The doctor began by examining her ability to move different facial
muscles, and then mapped out the area which was to be treated. Then, and this
was the really scary part for me, he made several small injections into
Rachel’s face, explaining that they would target the muscles which were causing
the wrinkles, and each worked at a different, specific depth and with varying volumes
of fluid.
Ten minutes later, it was done, and a week
afterwards, Rachel had her natural, smooth, glowing skin again. She told me the
injections had felt like little mosquito bites, but that it had all been worth
it, for she felt like she looked at least 5 years younger, if not more. She did
too! The results totally amazed me, and have me convinced that when I
eventually, inevitably get wrinkles, I would undergo the same treatment, and if
possible, from the same clinic.
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