Since I stopped breastfeeding about a month ago, I have been on a quest to make my skin look better. I’ve had a facial, a chemical peel, and just over a week ago, I got Botox. I was telling Chris the week prior to my appointment that I was getting cold feet. To my dismay, he suggested that I blog about it. The thought of telling everyone immediately made me uncomfortable. As many of you know, I try to live a very clean life style. I buy mostly organic food. I try to use natural skin care products. We use natural house cleaners, laundry detergent, and even deodorant. So why, you ask, would I possibly chose to inject a known toxin into my face? I’ve wrestled with this myself. Honestly, I’m not proud of my decision but I can’t say I’m ashamed either. I’m honest with myself enough to know that my vanity got the best of me. I will still continue to use my organic, natural skincare products and I may possibly decide to get Botox again. I don’t know. What I do know is that life is about balance. Telling all of you about it is both scary and liberating. Judge me if you want but I judge myself enough for the both of us.
So how did it go? Well, I went with 20 units which the nurse said was the minimum she would do. I only did my forehead so that I can see if I like it. She injected my forehead in 5 different places and they were uncomfortable but not painful. Afterwards I looked like I had 5 mosquito bites. The welts only lasted for about 10 minutes. I was told not to lie down for 4 hours and that it would take effect in 2-7 days. I developed a dull headache that lasted three (long) days. I felt as though I could feel it working which creeped me out a bit. I’m still not used to the slightly numb feeling that I have up there. Overall, I like the way it looks but I definitely did not enjoy the way it made me feel.
This post is in no way intended to promote Botox. I still have very mixed feelings about it. The fact is that I did it and I’m holding myself accountable.