Dept of wrinkle creation
I am constantly propping up my head with my hands, cupping my fingers around my chin, leaning a cheek pensively against my palm. And when I say constantly, I mean like every two minutes. I could be waiting for a website page to load, or scrolling through my email, writing a note, reading a book - anything that doesn't require two hands - and my unoccupied left hand will find its way to my face. The result of these postures is that I am unknowingly pushing my skin into folds, creases and wrinkles.
I got my first wrinkle when I was around 27. I don't mean a faint whisper of a fine line to come. I mean a crevice. It was - and still is - above my left eye. I have always regarded it as a bit of a curiosity, wondering vaguely how it had come to be formed. Is my left eyebrow perpetually shooting up in some kind of quizzical expression? I am pretty sure I never do that. No, the culprit is my left fist. You can see exactly what I mean by the picture above, which was captured by our photographer Amy E Fletcher while I was hanging around waiting for a shoot to get set up. Its a pretty typical position for me, has been for most of my life starting with slumping across school desks and over the years it has resulted in a pleated forehead.
Now that I am aware of this, I am, of course, trying to stop myself. Short of sitting on my hands this is easier said than done.