I had my doubts, to say the least. Botox seemed a pinnacle of western hubris, the need to keep ones face ever youthful. My reservations were misplaced. I tried a small amount to see if I’d have an adverse reaction (which I didn’t), then more to help erase a particular look of mine, the “frown” or the “scowl.” I tend to furrow my brow when concentrating, which has led to deep creases between my eyes. Botox relieved that. I don’t scowl as I did, and the crease is no longer noticeable. The end result–how I look matches how I feel. I don’t look angry anymore when I’m not.