Why I Want Botox at 33
When I turned 33 in March, family members sent checks in birthday cards with instructions to “buy something I really want." The fact that nobody sends me gift-wrapped presents anymore is a testament to how difficult I am to shop for.
Last month, my mom asked me if I had decided how to spend my birthday money.
“Well, I’m thinking about either getting another Brazilian Blowout or trying Botox.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied. And that was the end of that conversation.
I know it must seem strange for a woman in her early 30s with minimal wrinkles or visible skin damage to be contemplating Botox, but I have my reasons.
To start, I’m vain. (Don’t judge me! If you’ve ever checked out your reflection in a store window then you’re vain, too.) When I stare at my face in the mirror, I see imperfections that you probably don’t see when looking at me – at least, I hope you don’t see them.
The tiny crow’s feet don’t bother me as much as the lines etched across my forehead. I hesitate to even call those wrinkles, as I’ve had them for as long as I can remember. They’re genetic, I’m sure. But they bug the crap out of me, and my side-swept bangs can only partially conceal them.
Second, Botox can actually help to prevent wrinkles rather than simply erasing the ones you already have. According to Dr. Debra Jaliman, a NYC dermatologist and author of the book Skin Rules: Trade Secrets from a Top New York Dermatologist, starting cosmetic procedures like Botox early can stop the clock.
Yes, I already take preventative action by using sunscreen religiously and shading my face with a hat when I'm out in the sun. However, like I said, the forehead lines are there, they're genetic, and they're only going to get worse.
Some people are adamantly against cosmetic procedures, and I respect their opinions. I mean, Botox is a toxin that temporarily paralyzes your muscles, and that's really creepy, but to me, it's less creepy than getting a full-on facelift in 25 years.