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I was late to the botox party. While many of my friends in their forties and fifties were smoothing their brows and furrows, I was too chicken to join them, even though I admired their seemingly rested faces.
The source of my reluctance? A woman who lives on my street has such a blank face from too much botox (which uses botulinum toxin, a drug for therapeutic and cosmetic purposes, per StatPearls) that she looks “frozen”. In other words, I doubt she could move her upper face if she tried. I certainly didn’t want that to happen to me.
But after getting tired of seeing what I called “the trenches on my forehead” on video calls during the pandemic, I decided to take the plunge – er, injections.
Botox Treatment: How it went for me
When I went to see a Maryland-based cosmetic dermatologist recommended by one of my closest friends, I confessed my concerns and told her I really wanted to avoid that frozen look. She was sympathetic and promised to tread lightly.