As a journalist who has interviewed celebrities for a quarter century, I have witnessed, up close, some truly abysmal work: immobile, glassine foreheads; chipmunk cheeks tumescent with filler; lips plumped like inner tubes.
Yet I have long resisted tampering with my face. As a journalist who has interviewed celebrities for a quarter century, I have witnessed, up close, some truly abysmal work: immobile, glassine foreheads; chipmunk cheeks tumescent with filler; lips plumped like inner tubes. (“My patients want to see their money’s worth,” a celebrity injector once told me with a shrug.) I am likewise disturbed by the needlessly overfilled faces of very young Insta stars, whose images are quickly turning into the new beauty standard. With the exception of a DOT laser on my upper eyelids six years ago, documented in this magazine, I have resisted having any procedures done.