Whenever I saw my reflection in a store window or looked in the mirror at the hair salon, I was amazed: My exterior didn’t match my interior. I saw the face of an aging woman.

I’m not a vain person. I don’t care if my hair or clothes are perfect. I’m very happy to walk around my neighborhood in my workout clothes. I know who I am, and I know a smoother jawline doesn’t make a difference in the substance of who I am.

So why I did I have a facelift?

Easy.  I wanted to have the fresh face of where I’m going, and not the tired look of where I’ve been. 

This is an excerpt from a comprehensive interview.