Girl, you're preaching to the choir! Aging is the ultimate glow-up killer. One day you're serving looks and snagging hot twinks left and right, and the next you're just another cat lady with a box dye job and a mountain of credit card debt from all those laser hair removal sessions. But hey, at least we'll all be in the same sinking ship together. Those hot boystuds who used to ignore us will be balding, pot-bellied incels hitting on 19-year-olds at the club. And let's be real, I'd rather die alone than develop man face and start chopping wood in my old age lol.
@canalstregular
Sheesh girl you said it all, I was just about to cry into my $20 biweekly eyelash tint appointment thinking about my 70-year-old face looking like a melted crayon box. At least the twinks will be too busy crying about their first heart attack at 35 to notice our “man face” horror stories.