Quick context, so you know I'm not a 25-year-old selling you youth. I'm 60. And there are still days I catch my reflection and think, who is that. Tired. Puffy. Dull.
For years I blamed my face, my age, my genes. It was none of that.
Maybe for you it started with menopause, the way it seemed to happen in a single season. Maybe a divorce, and the stress that showed up on your face before anywhere else. Maybe it was one birthday, and a photo you couldn't bring yourself to look at. For me it was all of it catching up at once in my late 50s. However it started, we all end up in the same place: at the mirror, doing everything right, and watching it stop working anyway.
I want to be honest about how much I spent chasing this.
The $200 peptide cream. The clinical-grade retinoid. LED masks, the serums that went viral. I did not guess. I researched every ingredient. I was consistent. I never skipped. And my skin kept changing anyway.