I first realised my neck had betrayed me in the back of an Uber last year. I was taking a selfie and caught myself from below… and there it was. My 51-year-old neck.
My softening jawline, some light jowls, the deep lines and crepey skin exposed for all to see. It took me by surprise.
While I’ve been vigilant about my skincare almost all of my adult life, I’ve failed to show the same tender loving care for my neck, despite, as a rookie journalist, reading so many features that told me the neck shows ‘the first signs of ageing’.
Plus, foolishly, I
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