Face Lift – A face lift (or rhytidectomy), is a surgical procedure that is the most comprehensive approach to treating deep facial wrinkles and dramatically loose, deflated sagging skin caused by aging.
“IT’S LIKE BAM! GRAVITY GOT ME.”
I know that as you age, your skin gets thinner and droops in a way that could make anyone scream. But I also know (my friends and I always talk about it) that the problem isn’t just the curse of gravity. It could be heredity. Could be. But it could also be how you’ve lived. I admit it; I was a sun worshipper — baby oil and no SPF anything. Now, SPFs are going through the ceiling. So I got way more than a healthy dose of damaging rays. Now it’s like my whole face has deflated. My husband says he doesn’t see it. “You look fine.” Fine? Maybe that’s why they say love is blind. Time to visit Dr. Narsete about a Face lift.
“DON’T CALL ME MA’AM.”
“Whhaaat?” Did some unknowingly cruel Millennial just call me “ma’am”? My heart sunk. I got home and flew to the mirror, rose colored glassed tossed to the floor. What’s wrong with this picture? I smile and the wrinkles deepen. I try to laugh about it, but my laugh lines make me want to cry. And stress? It’s impossible to hide your emotions; you just got divorced, maybe lost your job, your son moved halfway across the country taking the loves-of-your-life grandchildren. You do look like a ma’am. You feel like one. No one wants to age, but the point is, our faces tell a different story. If that’s the case, I want my ending to be a happy one. No, ecstatic.
“DID HE OR DIDN’T HE?”
Why in the world don’t people get it that men age, too.? That we look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person with the sagging skin looking back at them. My skin sags, my ego sags with it. If I tell anyone I’m thinking of getting a face lift they think I’m crazy. Which make me crazy. My daughter is getting married and I don’t want to walk her down the aisle looking like the Grandfather of the bride. And have you ever looked at those wedding albums? Not flattering. Age really stares you in the face. “Alexa…play my ‘young’ mix, and while you’re at it, take some years off, will ya?” If only.
“YES, I’M TIRED. TIRED OF LOOKING THIS WAY.”
I hate when people telling me I look tired. They say there’s nothing a good 8 hours won’t do for you. I can get a solid 10 and wake up looking like an insomniac. I certainly don’t look relaxed, refreshed or rested. I just look old, my old tight skin and contours gone. Even though I hate it, I’m realistic about it. I’m never going to be 20 again…or 30…you get the idea. It’s just that I look a lot older than I feel. Young? I’d just go for more youthful. What I desperately need, is an outlook upgrade. The lift you get from having a facelift. I’ve seen what a good one can do, and I want it. For me. Believe it, this isn’t the face I want to face the future with.
“I DON’T WANT MY AFTER TO MAKE ME LONG FOR MY BEFORE.”
O.K. The decision is made. I want to get a facelift. But the real decision is the plastic surgeon I want to do it. Face lift surgery Is a complex procedure that requires extensive knowledge in facial anatomy, a very specific skill set of surgical techniques, and a highly-developed eye for aesthetic detail. Which narrowed it down to Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. When I went in for a consult (and in truth, I went to get several others) I knew he was the surgeon I could trust not to make my face scream “Face lift!” He explained the differences between fillers and face lifts (believe me, I asked) and answered all my questions. The biggest of which, was “When?” I scheduled my surgery immediately.
Call for an appointment now. Your beautiful “after is waiting.