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You couldn’t tell it from looking at my face, but just three weeks ago I turned 56. Most people guess my age to be anywhere between 34 and 44, depending on which side of the bed I woke up on.

Admittedly, I take good care of myself (always have) and, like most women, I’m concerned about my health and looks. (Not overly so, of course.) I meditate everyday, do Yoga and eat mostly organic, fresh foods. And yes, I use only organic face and body skin care products. You probably heard the expression “Don’t put anything on your skin that you wouldn’t eat?” And if you really want to be sure what you are putting on your skin only eat organic, natural produce.

I use organic scrubs, cleansers, moisturizers, day creams, night creams, toners, etc. to keep my skin looking young and fresh, again, just like most of the women out there reading this article.

Trouble is, I’m not like most women.

As a matter of fact, I’m not a woman at all. I’m a man. Not only am I of the male persuasion, I am an African American male to boot. Talk about a double whammy. In a world typically populated (dominated?) by women, mine is the voice of a black man crying out from the wilderness.

It’s ironic how, back in my high school days, any male (especially any black male) who was caught looking at himself in the mirror more than three seconds in passing would have been asking for trouble. Why? Because he was either the most conceited creature walking on two legs, or, and God forbid, he was queer (to use the vernacular of the time). Or, more often than not – BOTH!

Thank God the times have changed. Now a man can proudly walk down the street with the latest day cream covering his face and no one would even bother to look twice, right? Finally, we brothers can hold our heads high as we take our rightful place beside our sisters and mothers and join skin care forums where we can contribute our experiences with using the latest organic anti-aging cream. We too can spend long hours perfecting what God gave us without having to resort to the knife.

My right of passage started about 10 years ago when I would sneak into the skin care products section of the local health food store to try out the different testers. I’d notice strange looks coming from the direction of the (always female) staff as I tried different face skin care products – facial cleansers, moisturizers, an anti-aging cream here – literally piling everything on, one on top of the other, until I had given myself a full facial treatment right in the store. Ah, but I was young and inexperienced.

Now days I just go on line in the comfort of anonymity and place my order without ever leaving my own home. No one ever need know that I am no different than most women out there.

Aother – Toni Clark