It's around this time of year when I surrender to the truth that I'm getting older. It doesn't feel so long ago that the whole idea of one day being in my early twenties, mid-twenties - you get the idea - was laughably alien. Reassuringly, the future would bring wisdom, maturity and a wealth of exciting experiences. Yet, with birthdays, the 'future' would also fulfil its less desirable promise of ageing skin, tired eyes and potential, hateful grey hairs. It's not surprising, in a culture where youth is celebrated and old age feared (particularly amongst women), that we strive to fight the tell-tale signs for as long as possible. This, of course, is aided by multi-million pound industries, reinforcing our 'need' and providing us with 'essential' products, treatments and even surgeries. For a long time the source of controversy, cosmetic surgery is more pervasive than ever before. But, during your twenties, you're too young to think about such options. Right? On behalf of MSN Life & Style, I visited a leading London medispa, to find out the truth. My article is entitled: An afternoon of shopping and surgery? I would love to hear your thoughts.