I stopped smoking 25 days ago (apart from a one day blip - where I had 5 cigarettes). I was a twenty a day smoker. I gave up, as I was bored of giving away £200 a month, to something which both kills you and makes you ugly. I also didn't like the horrible taste in my throat when I woke up, or, the fact that I felt like a leper and some evil human for smoking around non-smokers. To be honest, there were a million reasons but that is not what I am supposed to be writing about.
This morning, I went into the bathroom and rather than seeing some new rediscovered beauty (that I had previously lost, whilst drifting through a thick cloud of smoke) I saw WRINKLES and not just one, FOUR. All over my forehead. I AM TWENTY FOUR. How can this be happening? I thought you had to be at least thirty to even have the smallest wrinkle and I have four!
(To be continued....)
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