I’ll be 42 in two months. My goal is to look younger at 50 than I did at 40. We’ll see.
First, there was the surgery. I’m now at the eight-month mark.
The crown is still a disaster–I’m thinking of leasing part of the vertex to smurfs as an ice rink–but the new hair has framed my face better. The troops will continue to retreat in the back (slowly, I hope), so I’ll probably need another procedure in a couple of years.
The front is much improved.
While parts of my face are reasonably well-preserved for their age, fine lines have begun to appear around my eyes, and the creases in my forehead are getting deeper.
I have an expressive face (see above), and I refuse to stop smiling, so I’ve started using Retin-A to build up collagen. I’ll track the results over the next few months.
I also need to get rid of the broken capillary on my nose. It’s driven me crazy for the last five years. I’m getting laser treatment in the late spring or early summer to eliminate it.
Finally, I got a little soft during the winter break.
I want to be able to play tic tac toe on my stomach again by the summertime. And yes, I agree–my belly hair would look good in cornrows.
