I have an irrational fear of aging. I feel at 23 I have already past the prime of my life. I used to work with some guys that would say how girls are only hot until they are 21, making me slightly crazy about my own age. I have been getting gray hairs since I was about 18. I've been noticing the tiniest of wrinkles steadily over the years becoming slowly more mortified at my own appearance.

Last night I decided to make myself age. I used to do theater so I practiced some of the old tricks with my make up. Though for others I do not recommend using liquid waterproof eyeliner.

I thought about what wrinkles I was likely to get. My dad has a very prominent crease going vertical through the bridge of his nose that I am showing evidence of getting so I made sure to add that. I laugh and smile all the time so I made sure to give myself some crows feet. I smoke so i made sure to add those little lines around my lips. I didn't think at 85 I'd still be rocking my snake bites so I took them out. I drew a line under my chin because I'm sure I will pile on the weight in my old age. Here's some in process shots:

A few of my roommates came home during this and we had a big laugh about what I was doing to myself at 11 at night. I threw some gravy thickener in my hair trying to make it look grayer. While all of this was happening, I felt younger though. Like a kid playing dress up. i was reliving times past in high school theater. We decided to wrap me up in a shaw I crocheted and I will inevitably become a cat lady so we grabbed one of our cats and got to snapping photos.