This is me, these are the lines that radiate, like rays from the sun, from my eyes when I smile. This is ageing, this is my face. We live in a society in which beauty equates to youth. Media images of women are, generally, thin and young. Perfect bodies and faces, perfect by youth or perfect by photoshop. Some women pay good money to remove lines like mine. What makes a face? the shape of the features or something that reflects from within, gives you something of that person. These are my lines, a life lived, part of my face. Part of me.