Why? Because she's over 25 *hangs head* GAWD, do we start getting old at 25 now?!  *stares manically at hand mirror*

When questioned about her views regarding plastic surgery (you can expect to be reading a fair bit about Cheryl's views in the coming weeks considering she's got a solo single due out. Which is meant to be pants), Cheryl said to More magazine:

"I think plastic surgery is very personal to each individual. It's not something I'm interested in or thinking of doing (I should hope not, what would you even consider getting done?!). I haven't had surgery anywhere on my body (I should hope not, what would you even consider getting done?!). You can have a look if you like! (OK! *warms hands*) I certainly haven't had Botox, but who knows in the future?" You know sometimes, Cheryl, one can see the future by looking to the past. Cast your mind back to sitting beside Dannii Minogue early last year. Reason enough not to go near the shtuff.

Of maintaining her rapidly dwindling youthful glow (she is, after all, OVER 25), she continued: "I don't get that much sleep really, I don't ever get the opportunity to! I think it's important, but it's not always that easy. I also try and drink a lot of water but I'm not that great at it. Things are becoming a little more important now that I'm over 25 though (ARGH!). I think as a woman, it's important to make yourself feel good, to take care of yourself."

Yeah, 'cause men just get to become severly dehydrated and, ultimately, distinguished looking (or is that a thing of the past? In the last ten years, advertisers have started tapping in to the insecurities of men too), whereas - thanks to the likes of Cheryl - women start to feel past their 'sell-by' less than a third in to their potential lifespan. It's been at least 6 months since I hollered; "When will people learn that the aesthetics are just a bonus, not the be all and end all?!" Oh. when there are no beauty products to peddle. Silly me.

For the record: my face, which is waaaaaaaaaaay over 25 years in existence, feels privileged if it sees a babywipe dragged sideways across it of a bedtime. Because I'm worth it, God nammit. And, realistically, no amount of products will stop the inevitable without genetics being on your side *lops mirror out window*