I recently read an article in Vogue Business’s “What Will We Look Like in 20 Years?” and I straight away scrolled to the comments. I know, on one hand, the idea that any of us could soon bio‑hack our cheekbones, tweak our jawlines and customize our real age feels like heaven—everyone finally looking exactly how they want. On the other, the thought of millions of identical, surgically perfect 65‑year‑olds walking on our planet is horrifyingly dystopian.
I’d love to pop a pill today and emerge in 2045 with the skin of a clinically‑aged 28‑year‑old, but at 45, I’ve got a problem that is Timing. By the time I’m 65, younger body‑shapers will already be walking around with their bespoke faces with AI‑driven symmetry adjustments, gene‑tailored peptides and programmable hair dyes. Meanwhile, I’ll be left Googling “undetectable facelift near me” and wondering why they didn’t invent all this much earlier when I could still freeze my young then face.
I get the controversy. The internet comments range from “Finally my dream nose!” to “We’re all going to look like cloned mannequins!” I do not judge; we’ve already cheered on the brave souls pioneering weight‑loss Ozempic injections and scarless micro‑lifts. I’m equal parts inspired and only very slightly terrified.
What I really want to say is: I should have been born 30 years later. Because by 2055, I could be ordering my own bespoke features like an à la carte menu:
“Yes, I’ll take the 30‑year‑old collagen booster, with a side of subtle jaw‑line contour.”
“Throw in programmable eye colour—emerald, please—and ship it overnight.”
Bring it in!
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