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Lip Enhancement with Juvaderm

This week I went in to have my lips plumped up a little with Juvaderm. 
I fully concede it’s a bit of a vain thing to do, and am fully aware that a woman’s worth does not reside in her appearance. Putting debates about the ethics of enhancements aside for a few moments, here I simply put forth my thoughts and show the results I obtained.
I have reasonably good self esteem and feel largely good about myself. But I fully intend to fight the ageing process where I think it makes me look less attractive, and as you get older, your skin gets saggier, your lips thin, your hair thins…and there are things you can do to fight it.
I’m not on-board for a facelift or something extreme and surgical (yet!), and I’m happy to let my happy laughter lines around my eyes (aka crows feet) be, because they show character and don’t look too bad. It’s the vertical furrow between my brows that I don’t like, as it makes me look angry (and older!), and thin lips can look a bit mean.
I already have fake nails, fake hair, wear fake eyelashes, put in fake coloured lenses, have piercings and a tattoo, so for me, this is the same (except it isn’t permanent). I also had botox for my furrowed brow, but that can wait for another post. So – lips.
I do have thin lips, and on the top, one lip is slightly higher than the other; I wanted to redress the balance. Having had it done several times before in the past few years, I knew to just go subtly bigger – I didn’t want Lisa Rinna lips. I had one syringe for both lips – I was offered one in each, but that would have been too big for me, I think.
Here are a few before and after shots
Before
After
from below
With lipstick on
Before, with lipstick on
And for those who want to know – yes, the lips did swell up the morning after:
On previous occasions the swelling has left me with a trout-pout or duck’s bill, but this time it just look
ed like 2 fat sausages. I show this just to indicate that the swelling DOES go down, and not to worry for the first few days.

Is anyone considering an enhancement like this, or had it done already? Don’t see the need? I certainly didn’t even think about such things in my 20’s and 30’s, although people do.

Now in my mid-40’s I’m evaluating what other things I can do for a mini-makeover. Teeth bleaching or veneers, getting the broken capillaries on my face minimised…what would you do if you had the money and could change something about your face?

Life After 40

I’ve always been a late bloomer. (And an under-achiever, but that’s fodder for another post).

At school, I was one of the shortest in my class. And the flattest. (Oh, how the nickname “pancakes” was like a stake through my heart!). As a teenager, I still looked like a tweener. It was NOT a good thing to look younger than you are, back in high-school.

My first boyfriend was at the age of 20 – in 3rd year UNI, fer pete’s sake. It was only with the second boyfriend, at age 26 or so that I passed that other important “ahem” milestone. Yes, I’m slow in every way.

I did get to India 4 times in my 20’s which was pretty good, but then I let it go 10 years before travelling again. Smoked my first joint at 30. Became a regular in bars and had my first one night stand around then too. Took my first E at 32. Dated backpackers years younger than me. Everything about a decade later than most people.

By my mid-thirties, I didn’t think I was ever going to get married. And then, I did – at age 40. And not just any old wedding. Oh no – being the festival fiends that we are, my other half and I got married on stage at the Big Day Out (the biggest rock festival in Australia). In front of hundreds of people. In purple PVC – well, that was just me. We were rock royalty for a day.


I did my first modelling at 40 years of age too. Started travelling several places every year. Joined the alternative and gothic community and started wearing way more creative and theatrical clothing and make-up, dyed my hair blue (see below) and wore plastic extensions and brightly coloured fake-hair dreads. Became Fashion Editor of Fiend magazine. Got a highly paid secure job that finances my many travels. Studied millinery for 2 years at TAFE.


The upshot of all this? So much that I wanted in life (and more) came to me much later than expected. But come to me it did. And so much more is ahead of me.

We put artificial “use-by” dates on things, on life events. So what if you’re 40 and never been married? Have never travelled overseas? Never worn platform boots? Never started a blog? So what?

I’ve learned there are very few hard and fast rules in life, except the ones in our heads. OK, so I’m never gonna be a cover girl on Seventeen magazine. But I can jaunt around the world, wear “out there” pvc outfits, go clubbing til 6am, hang out with people from way different cultures and age groups than me, learn new languages and skills.

And strangely, it seems to be a kind of mission now. When D and I go out, we represent the new couples who don’t have to stop living just because they’re married, (moving to the burbs, having dinner parties and eschewing going out etc). When I dress fashionably or extravagantly and young things are shocked that I’m 45, I plant the seed in their minds that there is life after 40.

In my blog too, I want to show that an exciting life is possible even if you’re not 20 anymore. What are the things that you think you can’t do, held back by time, or age, or circumstance?

For some of us, the best parts of our life come late. We may blossom far behind the other flowers, but the blossoms are no less sweet.