My forehead is furrowed, my upper lip slightly resembles a bar code, and there are wrinkles around my eyes. I am thrilled.
It's six months since I gave up Botox – seven years after I first became a human pin cushion. And here's the weird thing: I swear my skin has never looked better.
I first started to think about quitting after a fellow beauty editor noted, just as I was about to book a Botox top-up, that I looked better without the jab. Was it possible, I thought, that one day this period in the beauty world might be seen in the same way as the endless cigarettes and lunchtime martinis of Mad Men: a moment of collective insanity from which, thank God, we have recovered? Later, looking around during a breakfast meeting at the various visages of gathered beauty editors, I realised facial movement was a rarity. Dannii Minogue, a judge on The X Factor, and Amanda Holden, of Britain's Got Talent, have both gone public about their desire to give up Botox. Should I, I wondered, stop criticising their frozen foreheads and follow their lead?