If we learned anything from Goldilocks, it’s that no chair, porridge or bed can be all things to all people. Most things can’t. That includes plastic surgery. It’s an odd transition, but it’s true.
While there are plenty of apps out there that claim to be able to judge one’s age with precision, none can compare with the stone cold, in-person experience of another human’s eyeball scanning your complexion for signs to your true age. And since the day has yet to arrive when we can replicate the Insta filters, selfie angles and amateur lighting of a cell phone IRL (in real life), it’s probably a good idea to look at one of the biggest culprits used to size up the age on your driver’s license—and that culprit is your skin.
We blow it out, we wax it off, we style and we color, we laser it gone, some of us (well, three of us to be exact) wrote a musical about it—yes, it’s hair, and if you add up all the time, angst and money we throw at it, it’s pretty clear that… well… it’s kind of a big deal. So what happens when your own luscious mane starts to disappear and no amount of products, medications, lasers, vitamins or voodoo seems to help? Are you doomed to suffer a lifetime of crafty styling, wigs or just giving up and shaving it all off?