I Drank the Wine. My Skin Changed. I Didn’t.

I read about muscadine wine making your skin younger. I bought a bottle—dealcoholized, just like the study said. Two glasses a night, like a ritual. I watched my face in the mirror, waiting for something to shift. I told myself it was for my health, but I was really chasing proof that I could fix what I saw. Every morning, I pressed my fingers into my cheeks, searching for bounce, for softness, for a sign I was doing enough. The lines are still there. Maybe a little softer. But I still stare, measuring, wishing. I wonder if I’ll ever stop needing the mirror to tell me I’m okay. #Health #Diet #BodyCheckChronicles