Moore Sobolev on the horror of aging

Age theme - or rather, aging is one of the most difficult. The cult of naturalness has taught us that the active struggle with age is wrong. Packaging and advertising campaigns of anti-aging products are not inferior in the delivery of decorative cosmetics, and expensive jars are successfully sold, but no one is in a hurry to admit to their purchase. Journalist and blogger Fierce and Cute Moore Sobolev explained why this is a stalemate and why one should not be ashamed of one’s wrinkles (and pricks that clean them).

Moore Sobolev

I'm sitting in the clinic aesthetic medicine in front of the door of the chief doctor's office, from time to time girls with expensive bags sit on the sofa next to me. A charismatic chief doctor calls up another girl, in ten minutes she comes out with a cotton swab pressed to her nose, sometimes with tear-stained eyes, and the next one enters. I do not know what he does with the noses of the girls: I am waiting for another doctor with whom we will discuss what we will do with my face today.

I am 30 years old. 150 years ago, my coevals appeared in classical literature, as a rule, as comic - or tragic - old women. Times have changed; My doctor says something about withering, but abruptly interrupts himself: "what a wilt at 30 years old." Actually, the most natural thing is: despite the fact that times have changed, the hormonal processes in the organisms function more or less as before, and I try to realize that it is time to add serious procedures to home care.

But sometimes it seems that only I care about this problem. There are dozens of 30-year-old women around me, plus or minus five years. But they do not seem to grow old. Nothing happens. They, of course, use moisturizing cream and, perhaps, even use the "from the first wrinkles" means - exclusively for prevention. And they try to get enough sleep and smile a lot, they drink a lot of water, and, of course, they are very lucky with genetics.

The topic of aging is tabooed in approximately the same way as menstruation.

A couple of years ago I met a girl of my age. Shortly before that, after the terrible Moscow smog, I had the first wrinkles on my forehead, and they annoyed me terribly. My new acquaintance had a forehead, the smoothness of which could be envied not only by my young son, but also, it seems, by my best tureen. I praised her skin and asked how she achieved such amazing smoothness, waiting for the beautician to contact me. “I was lucky with genetics, my mother taught me in my youth not to wrinkle my forehead,” answered my interlocutor. “Yes, really?” I was surprised. “And didn’t put anything on the forehead? Didn’t even hyaluronicum and oxygen?” My counterpart even slightly indignant at such an assumption. Then I asked her to wrinkle her eyebrows - she could not even lift them half a centimeter. "Unlearning," she told me coquettishly.

"I was lucky with genetics" - this is the most frequent thing that you will hear from a girl in whom botulinum toxin has visited more than coffee in my life. And this is not because the girl is a pathological liar. The topic of aging is tabooed in our country in much the same way as menstruation: in magazines everyone sees tampon advertisements, and even in a women's company, after drinking the fourth cube of a libra, you can discuss which flow and which one can trust. But in society, decent women do not talk about this, they overcome aging with a slight movement of eyelashes. Prick yourself something? Ugh, how disgusting! We are for the natural beauty! The girls I met at the surgeon's office are very likely to publicly voice this position.

Magazines for women regularly publish notes on high-tech new procedures and advances in the field of invasive techniques to combat aging. But right after such a text, as a rule, there is an interview of a 50-year-old and smooth, like a watermelon, a celebrity, who talks about how yoga, love and healthy laughter are useful for skin. And of course, she mentions how she loves her wrinkles (missing due to regular visits with a beautician and a plastic surgeon). At the same time, it is interesting to talk about problem skin, with its acne, inflammation and enlarged pores, quite comme il faut, in particular, because problem skin is a sign of youth. And wrinkles are a sign of old age, old age is not sexy.

I'm afraid to prick anything in my face. I do not like pain, I am afraid of pricks, but the main thing is that I don’t want to pass that point of no return, jump over the fiery inscription “Old Age”, after which there is no turning back. Until I started doing shots, until I put on Botox - I'm still young. In desperation, I refuse all scheduled procedures; I promise the doctor to try "just do not wrinkle his forehead," and after a month, if he doesn’t help, then prick him. I get a facial massage; while I am lying on the chair, strikingly similar to the psychotherapist's anecdotal couch, I think that it is a shame to grow old in our society.

But in fact it is not. It is not a shame to drink - it is a shame to drink and at the same time to tell that you only use "Evian". Do not be ashamed to eat meat - ashamed everywhere to argue the need for vegetarianism, and at home to eat steaks. It is not a shame to grow old - it is a shame to pretend that you use only children's cream, and run to a beautician secretly, like a lover. I am ashamed to lie, in short.

In a couple of weeks I will go to put botox. Wish me luck.