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by Narelle Costen As a woman making her way hastily through her twenties a sudden realization has been forced upon me. Day after day I am bombarded with images of the fate that awaits me; the fate that awaits us all: old age.
It was not until recently that this cultural phenomenon struck me, engulfed me in its mentality ‘prevention is better than cure’ and now I too am applying collagen enriched day and night creams in a desperate attempt to maintain my youth. But have we ever stopped to ask ourselves the question, why? Why do we exist in a society where wrinkles are frowned upon? Why are wrinkles no longer fond markings of the laughter shared over the years and are instead seen as indignant tale-telling signs of the amount of time one has walked the earth and must be ironed out at any cost. Women are encouraged to slap on lotions and potions in a miserable attempt to claw back the years. But are we really just being flogged a phantom remedy which serves only to put us out of pocket? A healthy lifestyle is undeniably beneficial to us: Drinking plenty of water, regular exercise, eating a balanced diet, getting enough sleep, not smoking and wearing sun lotion are all things we know are good for us and should endeavour to do. It is true that abiding by such a lifestyle will help to maintain the hand we are given. But what most resent is being made to dread an inevitable transition in the cycle of life.
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