Growing up, I was always the girl who looked 5 years younger than everyone else. And I hated it. In high school, no matter how hard I tried to look older, whether I was masking my face with makeup or dressing in all black attire, I clearly wasn't fooling anyone. My face resembled that of a prepubescent 8th grader — rosy cheeks and all. Even when I turned 21, bouncers would tell me I would be carded for the rest of my life. It wasn't until a few years ago, though, that I finally stopped trying to fake an older face and started to worry about protecting the one I had. By no means had I developed a ton of wrinkles or fine lines (I still look a lot younger than I am), but I definitely could see some differences in my pigmentation. Which of course made me FREAK OUT.
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