I should have gotten a hall pass on my neck. By most standards, beginning in my early 20’s , I have taken good care of my skin. I thought I had it all figured out. It seemed like the gene pool was good. My grandmothers and my mother all looked great for their age and their skin really aged well. Today my mom is almost 90 and her skin still looks amazing. I made a point to get facials on a regular basis (I still recall the dreamy scent of Georgette Klinger’s salon.) Even though the choices weren’t nearly as vast as they are today, I figured out a way to incorporate the best products available into my beauty regime.
I thought everything was going pretty well until one day I looked in the mirror and noticed my neck. Suddenly it seemed that what had been smooth silky skin now looked old and wrinkly. What the f*ck had happened? I reread Nora Ephron’s “I Feel Bad About My Neck” hoping that a few giggles would make me feel better but It actually made me feel worse. What was I going to do? Had I miscalculated caring for my neck? Was I going to have to start wearing turtlenecks and scarves like Diane Keaton?
I knew that I wasn’t interested in doing surgery so I turned to our favorite dermatologist, Dr. Ellen Gendler and she suggested botox. Botox? It never occurred to me that what softened those pesky ellipses between the eyes could be used in my neck but I trust Dr. G and on a recent trip to NYC, I went for it. You be the judge but I think it did just the trick. I know that without serious surgery, I won’t turn back the clock and when I look in that 10x magnifier, my neck still drives me crazy but now not so much.
The fabulous Dr. G
Moi Taking it in the Neck (It really didn’t hurt)
BEFORE AFTER
