Fillers

If only I’d listened to my mother, I wouldn't be frantically trying to fix sun damaged skin. She warned me relentlessly that some day I would regret my sun worshipping ways, but did I listen? Noooooo. No, I baked in the sun, smoked cigarettes and did tequila shots like nobody’s business. Damn, my twenties were fun. Sorry, I digress.   The thing is that now I’m starting to pay the price. I am getting the face I deserve and while there’s no doubt I had a fabulous time getting to this …