The Beauty of Botox

Apr 22nd, 2010

About 6 months ago my sweet little daughter, Tennison, looked at me, giggled, and asked me why I had so many cracks on my face. I almost shot myself. After I recovered, I decided that something had to be done. I just looked so freaking tired all the time. I would often catch a glimpse of my reflection in the car windows when I was loading or unloading my two terrors. Hoisting a combined weight of 64 pounds in and out of an SUV 14 times a day would make anyone look exhausted, right? To be fair, I was born with the forehead of a bulldog but the lines were getting a bit too deep for my personal comfort level and obviously my kid found them offensive as well. I told the hubs I was giving myself an early birthday present and booked an appointment with the dermatologist. Two weeks later and $298 lighter, I looked much more relaxed. All is right with the world now. Hmmm, now where did I put that Restylane pamphlet…