Today I’m well over the age which is considered by some women as the right one for a first face-lift.
Since I abhor all unnecessary surgeries (and in general also the necessary ones) I have decided to opt for a temporary domestic face-lift. Like in everything else also in this choice there are either good or bad sides. The good ones are that it’s free, painless and absolutely not invasive and it allows to keep on smiling without any fear to see one’s face falling in pieces. The bad ones are that it’s a bit uncomfortable to remain in this position for more than one minute and that almond-shaped eyes don’t match too well with blond hair, besides that, as soon as I stop lifting my face, it automatically takes its original shapes again, all wrinkles included.
I’m one year older, it means I’m alive.

This photo is part of a gallery where I post my self-portraits.
You might click on this old camera


if you are brave enough to decide to see also the others.
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