You want to be noticed and you are. Not in the way you would wish, no, not in the way you wanted when you had the procedure.
Or was it procedures? How many did it take to erase the lines on your face, specifically around your eyes, your mouth, your cheeks and forehead?
Yes, you’re noticed but sadly not as how youthful you look but how strange. Your “youthfulness” is a bizarre mask on your face; it stands out much more than if you carried the lines of an older person. Your smooth face shows so much more than youthfulness. It shows vanity, a herd mentality, insecurity.
You might be very pleased by how you look; it’s not hard to talk oneself into believing anything. And the sad thing is that it’s not reversible; you can’t get those lines back, the ones you hated, the ones that reminded you of your age, of your impending death. But these reminders are on your face anyway, they’re still there in your eyes. One can grasp in a flash what you’ve done; you’ve advertized it more clearly than if you had gotten a tattoo. Slim, wearing jeans, probably over 60, maybe even 65, but fronted by a mask of a face, garish, stretched, smooth: a bourgeois Halloween totem that’s truly scary.