A few months ago, during a facial, my esthetician paused while examining the left side of my face.
She looked closer.
Tilted her head.
Then asked:
“Do you sleep on your left side?”
I froze.
“…yes. How did you know?”
She sighed.
The kind of sigh that means “This might hurt to hear…”
She told me the thing aging my face fastest…
is the thing my face touches for EIGHT HOURS a night.
My pillowcase.
Not sun.
Not stress.
Not genetics.
Not forgetting my serum one night.
Cotton.
She turned her computer screen toward me and showed microscopic photos of cotton fibers.
The same ones on my bed right now.
Except under a microscope, they looked like barbed wire.