When I was 13, I went to the airport with my parents to pick up a relative or friend - I don't remember who it was. As I walked through the airport slightly behind my parents, a total stranger walked past me and grabbed my crotch. I couldn't believe it at first; I thought maybe it was an accident or I was mistaken. A few minutes later, however, the man reappeared and did it again.
After a certain age, no matter how good you look, there are some realities we just can't deny. Our eyesight takes a hit, hair grows where it shouldn't, and we slowly but surely turn gray. At this stage I don't believe in miracle products, but I do believe in things that make our daily beauty routine easier.