Facing the Big 3-0
Hitting panic as she enters a new decade, Ying Chu considers the art of aging with just a little help.
By Ying Chu
Beauty Director Ying Chu
For as long as I possibly could, I put off turning 30: I traveled overseas the week of my birthday, dodged my mothers calls on the actual day (er, bad reception?), and then, upon my return, delayed the festivities for a month. I am a natural-born procrastinator in scheduling haircuts and holidays, even in getting married. And aging, in my mind, was simply no different.
You see, I was granted some pretty good genes and, hence, have always looked young for my age, so serious skincare not the splash-your-face-with-water-and-fall-into-bed college variety, but the science-scrutinized alpha-, beta-, and omega-infused kind just never resonated with me. Sure, Ive dabbled in a new eye cream here, slathered on an exotic peptide serum there, but my basic regimen has been status quo for the past decade.
But now, since my 30th birthday and since my discovery of a white eyelash (immediately plucked!), panic about the biological clock, and noticing the permanently etched 11 lines between my eyebrows its become apparent that Im in the thick of it. We live in an era of strategic age management, where 50 looks like 40, and 40 is the new 30. But where does that leave the actual 30-year-olds? Chances are, the prick of a cosmetic needle or scalpel is still foreign to us, but can we afford to hold off for much longer? In another five years, could we still pass for a Gossip Girls friend, not her mother? Will we still be asked for ID at bars?
In Survival of the Prettiest, author and Harvard psychologist Nancy Etcoff likens physical beauty to athletic skill it peaks before age 35.
According to Manhattan dermatologist and founder of DDF Skincare, Dr. Howard Sobel, Thirty is the tipping point of aging. You dont look much different than you did seven years ago, but the next three to five years are critical.
As if thats not depressing enough, MD Skincares Dr. Dennis Gross puts it like this: At 30, things are usually not as good as they appear. What lies beneath cumulative sun damage, crumbling collagen and elastin [the support beams of still-plump skin], and disappearing blood vessels is about to emerge as brown spots, wrinkles, and sallow and sagging skin if you dont take care of it.
The solutions gross is talking about include the many topical and minimally invasive cosmetic treatments that have been embraced by his 20- and 50-something patients alike. From glycolic peels and nonablative lasers like VBeam and Mixto SX CO2 to injectables such as Restylane, Juvederm, and the ever-popular Botox (despite its recent FDA controversy), in-office choices tallied up to over 9.5 million procedures in 2007 in the U.S.
And its no wonder women account for 92 percent of that aesthetic tweaking. For us, theres a physiological tug-of-war between youth and beauty. The same delicate skin that allows women to be more characteristically feminine and expressive is the reason that we crease earlier than men, explains Dr. Macrene Alexiades-Armenakas, assistant clinical professor at the Yale School of Medicine. How that plays out for an individual depends on your genetics how dense and resilient your collagen is how youve protected your skin from sun and pollution, and your habits with facial expressions.
As I try not to furrow my brow, I recount my past sun sins: tanning in my teens; running, biking, and skiing in my 20s without reapplying SPF. Not horrible, but I decide that I need a more thorough analysis.
At my request, Sobel examines my 30-year-old mug through his intimidating magnifying glasses, while I sit under a megawatt examination lamp the size of a golf umbrella and concludes that while I am indeed a young 30, I have a laundry list of compromised issues typical of women my age. This includes telangiectasia (aka spider veins) cropping up around my nose; a sprinkling of brown sunspots across the tops of my apples; and deflating cheeks, which are causing slight nasal labial folds to form around my mouth. (And I had always thought of my cheeks as too chubby.) He also offers up Botox right then and there for my developing crows-feet, 11 lines, and peau dorange chin. (Apparently, when I purse my bottom lip and crinkle my chin when feeling inquisitive, my skin resembles an orange peel, something Id never considered . . . until now.) Total bill? About $3750, with touch-ups every four months.
I consider this for about a nanosecond, then realize that not only would I be flat broke, but with my face newly peeled, frozen, and inflated, Id no longer be able to express my despair. Have we really reached the moment where aging is a complete no-no, to be stalled, or even reversed, at all costs?
Probably sensing my panic, Sobel concedes that there are many less extreme and much less costly over-the-counter options to soften most of my issues except the one affecting my chin, for which he still suggests Botox. After I politely pass on any needle-based intervention, he sends me away with antioxidants (the more, the better to help prevent the collagen breakdown), gentle peels, sunblock, and this insight: I dont tell anyone they need lasers or injectables, but you have to decide if youre OK with aging.
At home, I try to re-create the stark conditions of Sobels exam room with 100-watt bulbs and my boyfriends shaving mirror. Yep, those 11s are still prominent, and my eyes do crinkle when I smile, but would anyone besides my dentist encounter me like this? I think of my skincare-obsessed mother who, enhancement-free at 61, looks reassuringly youthful yet wise a quality that only comes with age.
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