"How Fillers Sparked My Botox Love Affair: The Miraculous Transformation My Doctor Achieved!"

AUGUST is ending and, as most people are prepping for back to school, I’m also getting ready – for my new-season Botox appointment.

I go to a great guy in Fitzrovia in London called Dr Glyn.

What he’s done to my face these past two years is nothing short of a miracle – I’ve got the before and after pics to prove it.

And it got me thinking about how far I would actually go to look younger. Do I even want to look younger? Not really. But I don’t want to look older than my 44 years, that’s for sure.

Just last week, I travelled to Crete with brand Revive Collagen, learning all about the age-reversing properties of taking a sachet of collagen a day.

Hosting the retreat was who, it’s fair to say, does not look her age. In fact, all the women there looked flipping great.

I won’t pretend it was a – I guzzled far too much rosé to call it that! But I’m now a fully paid-up member of the collagen brigade. And if I make it to 55 looking half as good as Amanda, then happy days.

When John and I got married, I was a very baby-faced 25-year-old. He had 21 years on me and was ageing like a fine wine.

There was an obvious age gap, and folk loved to point it out to us, too.

Was I bothered? Absolutely not. I loved people telling me how “young” I looked.

So, when I began looking a bit “more my age” in my 30s, I started dipping my nib into injectables.

I fondly remember rocking up to the annexe of a bungalow in Brighton, where a retired lady gave me and waxed lyrical about her love of Caribbean cruises.

was my gateway drug to , which I first had at 39, and which I’ll happily admit I’m now addicted to.

It’s probably a blessing in disguise that I met Dr Glyn when I did. He’s a less-is-more kind of guy. He regularly tells me: “No, Lorna, you don’t need it”.

And whatever Dr Glyn says, I will do. Just recently, he had me in for a skin-booster treatment called Skinvive, a hydrating hyaluronic acid filler that gets skin glowing. I’d rate it 10 out of 10 – even my mum noticed the difference in my skin texture, and she’s blind as a bat!

Naturally, I was straight on my socials talking about my glow-up and sharing all the details with my community.

But it’s made me wonder whether by talking about my , I’m adding even more pressure on women to look a certain way. If it is, that’s not my intention.

Mariella Frostrup recently wrote about how she misses men wolf-whistling at her.

I call it the “petrol station effect”, because there’s no better thrill than when I’m filling up my 911 and I get an admiring glance.

Even after 16 years together, John never let a day go by without telling me how hot or beautiful I looked. When I lost him in February, I lost those compliments, too, and it’s something I really miss, if I’m completely honest.

I’m not ashamed to admit I just want someone to tell me that I look beautiful now and then. So, yep, I’ll be keeping up with the tweakments until further notice.

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