The other night over dinner, my son casually mentioned that a few of his girlfriends were thinking about getting Botox and filler. I nearly choked on my pasta. I've known some of these gorgeous girls since they were young and the idea that they're already worrying about wrinkles - let alone considering tweakments- felt upsetting. "They're only 20!" I said in a typical 'concerned mum' tone. "They're too young, besides, they’re gorgeous already – and if they start having Botox and filler now, then they are just going to have a warped sense of reality towards aging, and they are never going to be happy."
Hearing myself sound like a nagging mum, I reigned myself in and tried to offer more constructive advice that my son's friends would actually listen to. They are consenting adults after all,