My Roman Empire
‍Stacked like columns. Skincare worthy of an empire.
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They say the eyes have it.
Mine? They’ve had it.
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Dark circles. Designer bags. The quiet hum of “blepharoplasty” somewhere in the distance.
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We fight back.
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An Orange a Day
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Vitamin C is the opening act. Brighten. Tighten. Protect. Ole Henriksen’s Banana Bright Eye Crème and CC Stick prep the canvas. Gee Beauty primes. U Beauty’s Eye Return refines. I layer the way I dress—sweater, blazer, eye cream.
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Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate
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Hydration is non-negotiable.
Enter Biologique Recherche Liposmose—featherlight, clinical, deceptive. The Voss of eye serums. Eight hours of sleep in a vial.U Beauty’s Super Intensive Face Oil seals the deal. A press beneath each eye. Ritual complete.
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The Behind-the-Scenes Stars
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Then the discipline:
Water. Red light. Collagen in coffee. Peptide patches on Wolfie walks. Theraface. Gua sha. PRP. Microneedling.
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Yes, I faint at the sight of blood. But a micro-needle? That I can do.
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A bit excessive? Possibly.
No one’s ever accused me of being low maintenance.
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But my eyes?
My Roman Empire.
And Rome? She wasn’t built in a day.