Let’s get one thing straight: 57 is not the new 27—it’s better. Because now I’ve got fewer insecurities, better shoes, and absolutely no tolerance for nonsense. This glow-up? Oh honey, it’s not about Botox or brows (though I fully support a little zhuzh if it makes you feel fabulous). This is the kind of glow …
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