
Fine Lines, Not the Fine Art Kind
It snuck up on me. I’d been hearing its name since childhood, but we’d never been formally introduced. Now this: Lyz-Stephanie, meet Fine Lines. Fml. My entire life I’ve been blessed with looking young. When I was a wee tot of 23, I would get pissed when dressed in heels and full makeup, I’d get mistaken for a teenager. There was also that time I … Continue reading Fine Lines, Not the Fine Art Kind