After I graduated from university, the school gang and I (OMG that was so Archie comics), would get together at a pub three or four times a year and reminisce about the: do you remember whens. So much fun, except for the grandpas in the group who would tell the rest of us that we’d concluded the fun portion of our lives and everything from here on out would be rear-view mirror news. Back then I would laugh them off, but lately, more often than I’d like to admit, I’ve found myself in hard core #TBT mode.
Maybe it’s the weather (I’m Canadian. We blame the weather on pretty much anything), or that I’m another year older or the fact that I’ve had waaay too much introspective downtime courtesy of dealing with breast cancer for the past six months, I don’t know. But it’s had me flipping through old yearbooks; spraying on heady, floral ’80s perfumes; listening to En Vogue, Alanis Morissette and TLC; and posting old photos where my face was fresh and baby-fat round. Never mind my new obsession with rubbing on Rodial Collagen Drops.
Okay, so this part of my regressive angst is actually the silver lining here. Not that I rubbed on collagen drops back in the day, bur rather I’m doing it now in hopes of regaining a bit of my youthful glow. Adding the three or fours drops into my current beauty regime was easy; I apply the liquid drops twice a day before layering my moisturizing serum and then my face cream over top. The drops are highly concentrated and absorb instantly. Plus, the formula contains a 30 per cent collagen complex, so it’s designed to replenish and support skin renewal, while targeting my crow’s feet and the single line in the middle of my forehead. It’s only been a couple of weeks but my skin feels and looks more dewy, plump and youthful. I haven’t miraculously reverted back to my 22-year-old skin, but I swear the years are stripping away. Although not far enough back to convince me to wear stirrup pants or grunge-style plaid flannel, yet close enough to want to fill in my lips with M.A.C’s Spice liner.