In my 28 years as a beauty editor, I’ve been commissioned to test every "miracle" cream designed to lift, plump and brighten skin. My bathroom has seen it all: £200 serums, high-tech LED masks and anti-ageing creams that promise everything but to wash your kitchen sink.
And, yes, thanks to being at the forefront of all of these new skincare innovations and a simple routine that doesn’t involve Botox or injectables, my skin is in pretty good shape. But almost two years ago, just after my 48th birthday, I decided to do the best thing that I have ever done for it – and that’s ditch the booze.
