Linda Riefberg

“Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm 64” I was 8 years old when the Beatles released that song.  Of course, I thought being 64 was ancient.  I pictured 64 year old people as using walkers, wearing hearing aids, sitting in rocking chairs reading newspapers, and watching old movies on television.  People who are 64, I thought back then, were wrinkled, and bent over. How is it that I am now 64? And how is it that I just let a doctor inject chemicals into my face so I would not look like I am 64.  I remember first hearing about Botox and fillers decades ago, and swearing that was not something I would ever succumb to.  I have never been much for makeup and generally prefer a natural look.  But the problem is for the past few years, when I looked in the mirror, I did not recognize the saggy, lined face staring back. ...