Happy Monday! A few days ago I had the pleasure of attending Gabrielle Union's 40th Birthday Party in NYC. First of all, I personally need to see dental records or a DNA sample before I even believe for a second that she's 40 years old. I'm calling bullshit on that!
Clearly, she isn't a day over 25. So, obviously, this was some type of ploy to get compliments, because after the shock subsided, all I could think was how amazing she looked for any age, let alone fucking 40.
I mean, I know it's Hollywood and celebrities are not averse to slathering on all types of creams and injecting various body parts with crazy serums, all in hopes of staying forever young, but, based on the debacle that was Michael Jackson's face, that route doesn't work.
Clearly, you just end up looking like some alien bizzaro version of yourself, if you're lucky. Often times, these people are unrecognizable, and not in the oh my God you look so good type of way.
But, I can honestly say that Gabrielle Union looked the same, and judging from how good she looked at her party, no knife or needle has ever touched that face. At best, maybe some really expensive anti-aging cream, but certainly no botox or plastic surgery.
She just looked natural and young, which would lead me to believe that there must be some sort of satanic rituals involving the blood of virgins or the sacrifice of small farm animals, because it's just impossible to be 40 years old and look 25. Without black magic, or the whole selling your soul to the devil thing, it just doesn't add up.
But, as I mingled at the party in my peplum top paired with a jacket, leather pants, and pumps, I came to the conclusion based on Gabrielle's youthful gorgeous appearance, that when my time come, I'm going the same route, cutting the deal, and negotiating with Lucifer himself, if it means I'll look 25 at 40.
Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3