In my twenties, I had the looks, the body, the glow of youth, with so little effort that I ofcourse did everything that was bad for my skin, my body and general well being. Sleeping in makeup? Check. Picking my face? Yes Ma'am. Eating badly? Whenever possible.
So here I am, mid 30s in 'fact, face and body' and desperately wishing, wanting to be twenty something again. This time a tad wiser and a much better steward of what I was born with, and what's more, armed with better taste, more finances and ergo a better wardrobe. I'll be good this time God, I promise. Pretty please.
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