If you know me you’ve no doubt heard me talk about the importance of applying cold pressed oil to your skin. You’ve also probably heard me make playful fun of the “influencers” out there who put oil on their skin (sexy drips flowing down the cheeks like slow moving tears anyone?) and quickly pat or swipe it into place. Maybe gingerly rub a little around on their forehead  with their limp fingertips.

Personally, at 45, I gave up trying to stop the clock. Prior to that I was a little obsessed; Every new line (they started in my late teens/early twenties) seemed to be a warning that something was wrong. When I realized I would most likely have jowls by the time I was 50 (given my genetic predisposition for a weak chin) and puffy pillow like under eyes for the rest of my life, I fearfully pondered how I might tighten, lift and tone everything without surgical intervention (I’m a crunchy crunchy girl after all). There was a lot of gua sha happening and even a little bit of face yoga. Pranayama and tongue thrust therapy were a vanity play more than wellness practices.