I remember every bath I would have as a kid would involve me putting bubbles on my chin while looking in the mirror and using a plastic cup to either scrape off the bubbles or just pour water on my face with. I'd imagine my shaving as if I was a grown up.
Later I would see my face slowly turn adult and hear people say they hated having to shave or they still didn't have hair grow in all the right areas as adults. I didn't suffer either of those things. But I do remember thinking my face looked a sickly grey colour. I wasn't eating properly in my early to mid twenties and it showed. A decade later and the face staring back at me was looking for the first signs of greyness creeping into my heads sides. It wasn't long before there were more and more single 'blond looking ones'.
Looking in a mirror today at 39 years of age I see my slowly ageing face have to be moisturised and cleanly shaven to have any hope of looking happily back at myself.
Still, at least I have a face.
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