It has always been my intention to grow old gracefully. But when I attended a beauty launch last month and the creator of the industry’s newest wonder product asked a room jammed packed with women who of us wished to ‘grow old gracefully’ I was the only person who raised my hand. I was slightly embarrassed, but also confused. Didn’t everyone think it was preferable to age without intervention?
When I raised my hand, I meant that I didn’t want to go under the knife at any point. Not that I want to just let nature completely take its course! I also meant that I don’t intend to inject anything into my body to stall the aging process. But I’m quite happy to apply potions and lotions topically that proclaim to do magic. And though I personally am not up for fillers or Botox, I’m more than OK with allowing someone to roll small sharp needles over my face with the intention of encouraging better looking skin. I just kind of feel like I want to be happy with wherever I’m at along the spectrum from birth to death.
You can call me crazy and I am perfectly happy with that.
But as I age and as I notice things falling out, sagging, drooping and losing lustre, I am starting to question my intentions. Where I’ve never had any temptation before or interest in interfering, as I age, I can see why and how people seek out enhancing services.
The thing with ageing, and ageing in a time where there is a myriad of accessible beauty enhancement services, is that there is so much we already do to delay the natural ageing process and to enhance our ‘natural state’, though somehow I’ve managed to justify those measures to myself – colouring my hair, fake-tanning my skin, shaving legs and underarms and bikini lines, painting toe and fingernails, wearing make up. And having my eyebrows feather tattoo’ed on so that I don’t have to fill them in each day with make up. All these things in my mind are fine. And I guess as long as it’s fine to me, that’s all that matters. After all, if you choose to get Botox that’s your choice and I have no opinion on that.
But how do I age gracefully when I’m already interfering so much?
All of these paradoxes though with regards to what I’m happy to do or not do have got me kind of confused lately. Like I’m happy to do certain things but not others. Why am I drawing the line where I have? On the one hand I would quite happily undergo cosmetic surgery to remove the very loose skin I’m left with after three babies and a very stretched puku. But around ten years ago when a girlfriend offered to pay for me to have breast implants so that she’d have a friend to go through it with her, I politely declined.
How do you figure out what you’re happy with and what’s not for you?
When Caci Clinic offered me a range of services to choose from to experience, I knew the Reforma Skin Program was the one that had my name on it. I’ve always had pretty good skin – I’ll thank my Nonni for that, she’s 95 and her skin still looks pretty amazing. I’ve had the odd facial over the years and in the lead up to my wedding almost ten years ago, I had a series of facials over the preceeding two months but besides that, it’s never been something in my budget or something I’ve ever really given priority or consideration to. And I suppose because my skin has been mostly good, I’ve never thought it necessary, but I have often wondered if spending money on a program like this one would give me noticeable results.
Depending on your personal skin complaints or concerns, Caci create a programme suited perfectly to your needs. I shared my first Dermal Rolling experience on Snapchat a couple of weeks ago and had so many comments so thought it was time to talk you through my own programme.
I’ll be bringing you that post this week, but first tell me – what’s your take on growing old gracefully? Is it possible in this day and age and what does “growing old gracefully” even mean to you?
* This series of posts is made possible thanks to Caci Clinic. All opinions, as always, are my own.
** images of old lady hands are from the amazing new Karen Walker Magic Hands jewellery look book. These hands remind me of my Nonni and I love the celebration of ageing in this campaign.