It started on a Saturday afternoon when I was trying to find space under my bathroom counter for a new hairdryer. As I pushed and shoved things around causing various bottles and jars to tumble out onto the floor, I asked myself in frustration: Do I really need all this stuff??

Of course we all deserve to feel comfortable and at home in our bodies, regardless of age or appearance. But if it's so obvious, why do so many brilliant, accomplished, generous women struggle to believe it?

When I first started practicing face yoga, I expected (ok, well, I was hoping for) physical results—more toned muscles, a lifted look, a brighter, smoother complexion. What I didn't expect was that face yoga turned out to be as much an inner journey as an outer one.

For decades, I bought into the beauty industry's biggest lie. It's the one that whispers (and sometimes shouts) that our worth is tied to looking younger. That aging is the enemy. That we should spend countless dollars and hours fighting against the natural flow of time.