I remember my very first wrinkle. It had the same impact as my first love. It hit me like a brick, then floored me for months..
I felt bereft. I was 21, I was too young to wrinkle - or to have a broken heart - what was going on? So I started a routine that stayed with me for life, the main thing being every night - without fail, regardless of my condition - too much wine and frivolity, my makeup came off. Ask anyone I still do it. My sister says often to me “Nobody loves a clever sh*t” it a term of endearment in the North East.
There are times in our lives when reality strikes, we are ALL going to age (if we are lucky) so why do we get so stressed when the inevitable happens. We wrinkle, things drop and that’s fine.