Once I figured out why my under-eyes looked so bad, I thought fixing it would be easy.
I tried all kinds of eye creams that promised to tighten and brighten, but they just left my skin feeling sticky.
Those little gold under-eye patches looked fun and felt nice and cool, but once they dried up, my eyes looked the same.
I spent a lot of money on brightening concealers, hoping they’d hide everything.
But by lunch, the makeup would sink into my lines and actually make them stand out more.
I even booked a consult for under-eye fillers, thinking maybe that was the only real fix.
But hearing about the risks - lumps, bruises, or even a blue tint - scared me too much to go through with it.
After that, I just stood there in the store, picking up jar after jar, reading labels that all promised the same thing.
Nothing seemed different, nothing gave me hope.
Each time something didn’t work, it was like proof that I’d just have to live with tired, old-looking eyes.
Each time something didn’t work, it was like proof that I’d just have to live with tired, old-looking eyes.
I missed feeling like myself.
I missed seeing eyes that looked happy and awake.