It started with the lines around her eyes. “Last year, my husband said to me, ‘You’re blind,’” Chloe Hall, 44, tells me over niçoise salads on Madison Avenue one afternoon in July. “At Warby Parker, I put reading glasses on and suddenly saw my eyes. I had never seen how many little wrinkles I had. It was like, Houston, we have a problem.” Then it was her neck. “My daughter would come up and play with the loose skin,” she says, jiggling what I estimate to be a few centimeters of extra flesh under her chin. “Everything was just kind of falling.”

Hall is an Upper East Sider with three kids under 14, an apartment on Fifth Avenue, and a house in Newport. Her husband works in tech. She looks a little like a dirty-blonde Julianne Moore with a pretty, angular face and a straight nose. After the g

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