Totally off-piste - I've done it! I've had my number 11, scored like twin Grand Canyons down between my eyebrows, stunned into submission.
I went to the dentist two weeks ago - yes, the dentist; figured that if anyone will know about facial anatomy it will be a dentist , rather than one of those orange, frozen-faced, charcoaled-eyebrowed, artificial mannequin effigies with thick nails tipped white at the ends (or Heaven forbid, sparkly talons with gaudy schmutz glittered onto them - no offence to any orange people, but there are so many round here) one finds swanning about in beauty parlours (that dates me!) flicking their ironed hair over their ironed front-bits to their heads (the word 'face' implies at least some semblance of a conscious being).
I am a professional frowner. I remember my mother keeping on saying to me, from when I was very young, "Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles," which was a bit rich since she was one of the major sources of the frowning in the first place. So to say I had frown lines is like saying the Great Rift Valley is a bit of a dike. The deep gouges in my skin were only enhanced by being cradled by the fat duvet folds of muscles causing them, which had been pumped (and firmed) like a bodybuilder's biceps over the years from persistent clenching. Unlike my buttocks.
So I've just got back from my two-week check-up, with a tiny bit of a top-up for the hulking muscle to the left of my nose-bridge, that refuses to just die! It hasn't made me look younger - wasn't after that. What I was after was to stop looking so effing miserable/bad tempered/ angry/ p****d off and an all-round grumpy old bat.
It's worked. I still look like an older bat, but I look less annoyed (which beautifully hides the fact that, as a rule, I'm fecking - I can say fecking, can't I - angry virtually ALL of the time). But more than that, what is interesting is that it seems to be working on a kind of biofeedback loop. Because I can't frown - I feel less ... how shall I say ... irritated with stuff. And odder still, a bit more confident. And I think, because I don't look like I'm going to bite their heads off, waitresses and shop assistants and other people one meets in a casual way seem to respond in a lighter manner too. Hmmm...