I found myself in a strange situation earlier… I decided to go to asda to purchase Ruby’s food for her birthday party. However, I became absolutely outraged by the prices compared to lidl… so had a sudden change of heart.
So anyway, I fancied a mooch… Then somehow I ended up down the ‘skincare’ aisle..
I walked down the aisle with nothing but good intentions, ‘just’ browsing I told myself. I then caught my reflection in my cracked phone screen… And all of a sudden I found myself stood staring at the anti wrinkle creams…
I must admit, it’s a sore subject. I never thought at the tender age of ‘almost’ 25, I’d be stood in a supermarket deciding which face cream would prevent any more aging to my face.
I’ve got me a fair few wrinkles… Perhaps its those wilds nights out I had when I was 18.. Maybe I don’t drink enough water… Or eat healthy enough… Or maybe.. Just maybe.
It’s the fact I’ve not had a good night’s kip since 2012 is also a key factor….
My point here is at.. 24 years 10 months old… How exactly am I stood here with anti aging cream in one hand and hair dye to cover my greys in the other?
Children… Children is why!