Aging 'gracefully' is easier said and done, particularly when is happen to you. I have always taken good care of my appearance and definitely took pride in looking my best. I was lucky in that despite submitting my skin to extreme tanning practices in my youth, I still looked younger 'for my age' up to my 50's.
The big shocking occurrence was hitting 60...For some unexpected reason; my body drastically began to show its age. My face just drooped, the horrible jowls accentuated, my eyelids disappeared under sagging skin - it wasn't just about wrinkles anymore; that, I was prepared for -my face droping on my lap- No!
I didn't make my decision to have a face-lift over night or on desperation. I truly considered ‘accepting’ looking old and just attempting to ‘go on without a fight’. I think that because at this point in my life I am mentally and emotionally stable; that I have a husband that thinks I’m beautiful and shows me unconditional love each day; that my child is happy and my family is thriving; that It is because of these things that I had the opportunity to take a look at what would make me even happier at this stage of the game that I made my decision to have my facelift.
This was my gift to me, my reward for making it to my 60s, for staying positive in life and pushing through barriers to achieve my dreams in the romance, family and professional fronts.
I approached my surgery as I have many other endeavors in life: With a clear picture of the goal, with unwavering determination and a positive attitude. My greatest tool for staying positive throughout the process? Thinking back to the alternative of looking sad and tired all the time, seeming so old and defeated when in fact I felt young and triumphant – Contemplating that always made me focus on the goal of healing and seeing the process through.
A facelift is not a walk in the park, it is surgery with an intense physical and emotional recovery period, but is it worth it? A million times yes!!!
I researched and found a brilliant surgeon with an outstanding staff of women that I would have as personal girl friends. I was also very fortunate to have my husband as my care giver and greatest supporter through the process. I’m on week 9 since my surgery and I can say with absolutely no doubt that I am adamantly glad I did it.
The big shocking occurrence was hitting 60...For some unexpected reason; my body drastically began to show its age. My face just drooped, the horrible jowls accentuated, my eyelids disappeared under sagging skin - it wasn't just about wrinkles anymore; that, I was prepared for -my face droping on my lap- No!
I didn't make my decision to have a face-lift over night or on desperation. I truly considered ‘accepting’ looking old and just attempting to ‘go on without a fight’. I think that because at this point in my life I am mentally and emotionally stable; that I have a husband that thinks I’m beautiful and shows me unconditional love each day; that my child is happy and my family is thriving; that It is because of these things that I had the opportunity to take a look at what would make me even happier at this stage of the game that I made my decision to have my facelift.
This was my gift to me, my reward for making it to my 60s, for staying positive in life and pushing through barriers to achieve my dreams in the romance, family and professional fronts.
I approached my surgery as I have many other endeavors in life: With a clear picture of the goal, with unwavering determination and a positive attitude. My greatest tool for staying positive throughout the process? Thinking back to the alternative of looking sad and tired all the time, seeming so old and defeated when in fact I felt young and triumphant – Contemplating that always made me focus on the goal of healing and seeing the process through.
A facelift is not a walk in the park, it is surgery with an intense physical and emotional recovery period, but is it worth it? A million times yes!!!
I researched and found a brilliant surgeon with an outstanding staff of women that I would have as personal girl friends. I was also very fortunate to have my husband as my care giver and greatest supporter through the process. I’m on week 9 since my surgery and I can say with absolutely no doubt that I am adamantly glad I did it.
