I’ve been a beauty editor for seven years and counting. And for the longest time, I walked around thinking that every celebrity I interviewed and every person I ran into at industry events just had preternaturally smooth, plump skin courtesy of good genes and a really good skin care regimen.
I chalked it up to the creams they swore by or the cult face oil they used religiously (you know, the one that has the skin-regenerating properties of a rare flower that survives in sub-zero temperatures!). I upped my water consumption and slept with a humidifier next to my bed, as these women did, in hopes of getting their glow. And yes, this stuff helps. But it wasn’t until I finally tried Botox that I understood there might be more to their line-free faces than I thought.
If this was such a revelation for me—I reiterate, a beauty editor—I realized I couldn’t be alone. And so, here I am now, singing from the rooftops that we need more people to talk about Botox.
I tell you this from experience. As of writing this, I am 32 years old, which means I’m up against a fine-line battle. I have tried (and diligently applied) every miracle cream and best-selling serum on the market, and I have yet to find one that does what a few units of Botox did to my forehead this summer. (You can see the whole thing go down here if you’re into that sort of thing.)
In saying this, I know I may upset some people. But as a derm friend always tells me whenever I ask him for his thoughts on [insert buzzy new product here], “So many companies are trying to sell people a hope and a dream, and it’s our job to help them see through the crap.”