I get wrinkles when I laugh. I'm turning 25 this year and I have wrinkles. And you know what? It's okay. I don't care. I'm never gonna be one of those women who uses creams and botox and surgeries to make up for them getting older. Maybe if I get into an accident and want to look more like "me" and less like a "person who got into an accident".
Most people who use botox don't even know what it is they're spraying into their bodies. They know that it makes that frown of worry on their face disappear (you know - the one every normal person get when he or she looks at someone who's being weird), but I doubt they know that it's because they're spraying neural toxin into their foreheads. Or that said toxin is really REALLY dangerous and lethal in even small doses.
And who seriously believes in a commercial that shows how the wrinkles disappear just by putting on a cream every day for two weeks? Come on, people! They use another way to do the make-up and they light the model differently. Don't be stupid.
But who am I to judge? If they want to live on the edge then they should. I prefer to do other things though than putting toxin into my body.
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