To not regret a single second
So last week I watched a programme called bums, boobs and botox. Being the reality surgery TV addict that, I am I loved every second of it. It was gruesome and funny and shocking etc. etc. etc. but there was one woman that really stood out for me. She was slightly older than most of the clients at the clinic featured and she had been getting botox all over her face for quite some time. Her reason for getting botox was that she felt a need to keep up with her work colleagues who are younger than she is.
While the doctor (well I say doctor, he was actually a dentist who, because of his general medical background, was authorised to inject toxic chemicals into people faces) prepared the syringes the patient chatted about her life. She revealed that in general she tries not to convey any emotion on her face to prevent getting anymore wrinkles. And that really got to me. How sad for someone to be so concerned with their looks that they feel they have to live a controlled life to feel accepted by society and in their workplace for one. But mostly I was upset for her. That she didn’t have someone - be it a lover, friend or family - who makes her completely forget herself with love, or happiness or just contentment.
One day I hope to look in the mirror and proof of a life well lived, well loved and well spent and be proud. I want laughter lines from the times I laughed til I cried with friends, freckles and crows feet from lazy days on the beach squinting at the sun and puffy eyes from partying til dawn. And to not regret a single second.
