Long, long ago in a land, far, far away, there lived a 30-something morning/noon/6pm anchor. She prided herself on the fact that she stayed in shape (her kids were small) and she didn’t look too awful when the red light above the giant, unblinking eye flicked on. But on the cusp of her 40th birthday, she made a decision; if she was going to have bags, they were going to be Louis Vuitton not those that had taken up residence under her eyes. Yep. They had to go.
The she was me (duh!) and here is my story in my column over on Babble.com.
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