I know what it feels like to wake up, look in the mirror, and barely recognize the person staring back at you. I used to feel that way every morning.
The lines seemed to deepen overnight; my skin looked dull, tired, and, most heartbreakingly, older than I felt inside.
I felt invisible—like my youth and vibrancy had slipped away, leaving behind a version of me that I barely knew.
I had tried everything.
Expensive creams, fancy serums, endless treatments, and yet, the fine lines around my eyes only grew more pronounced, and my skin seemed to sag more each day.
Worse yet, the expensive treatments - like botox - only seemed to make it worse.
The more I tried them, the more dependent I became because after each treatment my skin would look even more aged.
I felt trapped in an aging body that I didn’t feel ready for.
It was like every time I left the house, I could see the looks, the assumptions, the unspoken thoughts that said, "She's past her prime."
It hurt more than I wanted to admit.
And then, during what felt like a desperate search for something—anything—that might help, I stumbled upon an answer in the most unexpected way.