Before turning 50, I thought my face was still presentable. After hitting 50, burdened with countless worries, I've experienced what's known as abrupt, dramatic facial aging.
By age 55, sagging cheek fat pads have deepened my nasolabial folds noticeably; jowls have become prominently pronounced, my jawline has blurred almost beyond recognition, and my chin blends indistinctly into my neck.
Determined to reverse these signs, I made up my mind to get a facelift surgery. My husband couldn't wrap his head around my decision. He said he never found me unappealing, so why did I insist on putting myself through such trouble?
I didn't get this surgery to please him or anyone else. I simply want to wake up each morning, do my makeup, and look in the mirror without feeling overwhelmed by anxiety. I hope this physical transformation can help me feel younger at heart, and refuse to label myself as an elderly person.
