This is me, just me. No makeup, no soft lighting, no mask. The wrinkle across my cheek is from the brief, hard nap that I took between 6:00 and 8:00 this morning. The lines fanning out from the corner of my eye are from forty-two years of squinting into the sun. The furrow in the lower right is from an equal number of years of smiling.
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"You could use a chin implant," my mother said, reaching across the restaurant table to tug at the lower half of my face.
"Oh, it's easy. They just pop it in, and..."
"What I'm saying is that I don't think there's anything wrong with my face!"
"Well, it's something to think about."