When I was young, I rarely thought about how people perceived me.

I had young looking skin, an extremely fit body, an attractive smile, and everything else that you need to make the right impression. I didn’t have to work at it either.

I was what you might call artlessly beautiful. I’m not saying this to brag or boast, but to illustrate the changes I went through as I got older. You never really think about what it means to have youthful looking skin until you lose it.

Getting old, gray, wrinkly, and muddled is an awful development. Although you may not know it, you probably already react to the appearances of others in powerful unconscious ways.
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