Standing in front of the bathroom mirror to wash my face, my thoughts suddenly became abrupt. Alone in the darkened house, staring at my sallow face in the mirror, I felt the marks of time, something I hadn't noticed before, becoming more prominent. My skin seemed to have lost some of its elasticity, and the fine lines seemed deeper than before. It was a calming yet strange feeling.
In fact, I only bought cosmetics that other people said were good, but I never really looked into how my skin was changing.
Now, I'm going to try developing a habit of meticulously recording my skin condition every day. While we can't stop the passage of time, wouldn't these small records of my skin become the foundation for wiser skin care later on? It's a way to slow down aging. anti-aging I think this ultimately stems from a deep concern for myself. This morning, my sensitivity exploded and I became serious. I won't forget the tension I felt today, and starting tomorrow, I'll take even more care of myself.