I’m Not Going to Lie About My Neck

Just after my 47th birthday, a disarmingly young-looking plastic surgeon told me, “The bottom half of your face looks older than the top half of your face.” He wasn’t wrong; my neck rippled like that of a Shar-Pei. When he pushed my jowls back into place, looking in the mirror was jarring. All of a...

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