I’m low-key obsessed with facelifts right now, which is to say I’m a 46-year-old woman who’s confused by the person looking back at her in recent photos. And y’all, I know my angles. It’s not my imagination. Even my long-term partner asks, “What’s wrong?” more frequently. Nothing’s wrong. I’m aging. It’s the subtle shifts in my face that make me appear a little less fresh. A smidge more tired. Frankly, a little bit bitchier.

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