I'm here as ever to tackle all of life's burning questions about your biggest anti-ageing concerns.
Today I thought I would step away from the glamour of being fabfitforty and focus for a minute on the reality! I have pitched this blog concept after all as a reality guide for 40's plus women so it can't all be about Creme de la Mer, Jimmy Choo's and bragging about being able to fit into your Preen skinny leather trousers!
Lets not shy away from the truth here - strange things do indeed start to happen to your body, your hormones, your skin, your sex drive, your general outlook on life as you hurtle into your 40's and beyond.
I cry at just about EVERYTHING these days - not just puppies and babies! I don't even have puppies or babies, dogs or children come to think of it, so that's no excuse.
The red mist rolls into the flat for about 1 day a month and I am quite literally likely to throw the nearest inanimate object at no-one in particular but in utter frustration if I so much as see a spec of dust on the skirting boards! I'm pretty sure I'm not alone! Please tell me I'm not alone!!!!! You all have hissy fits too right? Call it neurotic, call it OCD, call it hormonal or just call it (shhhhhhhhh) peri-menopausal! Holy shit. It really is happening.
Anyway, as always, I will try and deal with what challenges me personally with strength, integrity and a very large dose of self deprecating humour! Yeah right!
I also intend to share my own journey with you as I start to experience some of the symptoms that you might also be going through. I figure, that way, we can tackle them head on together as part of our lovely #fabfiternity collective. It's all about supporting your girl gang. My problems are your problems sweeties! Or should that be the other way round? Sorry! Forgot myself there for a minute.
You do know that this blog is my therapy yes? Thanks for listening!
So, todays topic......sprouting facial HAIR!!!
EEEESSHHHHH. I'm working from home today ( my beloved little Fiat needs a bit of TLC not unlike I've need myself this week) so I'm working from the flat. Hence why I'm blogging when I should be working on a client campaign and why my floors are SPOTLESS!!!
I just literally spent the last 30 minutes in the bathroom with a high magnifying mirror, a pair of seriously tech tweezers and the horrifying vision of little hairs quite literally sprouting from everywhere.
Up my nose, on my neck, on my cheeks, around my mouth, in the corners of my eyelids!! What the actual F&*k? I kid you not, I had one on my neck that must have been an inch long. Like "hello" - why did no-one see it and tell me? I looked like the bloody wicked witch of the west. They're all gone (for now) but I will forever now be on "sprout patrol" and pack a pair of tweezers as well as the obligatory lip balm whenever I leave the house.
So its official. I not only look like my Dad but I also resemble my Mum! She'll be happy that I've at least inherited some of her genes!!
I distinctly remember my nephew about 7 years ago now saying "uhhh, Nanny you've got Whiskers, don't kiss me!" Little git. She kissed him anyway - lots - she can't bloody help herself. I'm going to kiss him too when he comes to visit in two weeks time but I'll make sure I've had a good old pluck (yes I said pluck) before I do.
What's it all about then?
Well it will come as no surprise that it is entirely down to, yes, HORMONES! Raging bloody HORMONES.
Simply put, as we age our bodies start to lose oestrogen and the testosterone present and unopposed in our system causes us to grow hair where men have it = on our faces.
It's a fact of life and something you're going to have to learn to manage.
I said earlier that I was a happy plucker earlier today!
Probably not the best on-going way to tackle this symptom of ageing but I have exceptionally pale hair so the other methods aren't going to be that effective for me and I just can't bring myself to use a razor. I'm also just at the beginning of my "bearded journey" so I may have to look into other longer term options and as I do, you'll be the first to know which work and which don't.
So there you have it, if you've not yet starting sprouting yourself, you have it all to look forwards to!
Much love and fabulousness (may the tweezers be with you!)