As a woman, I am aware that there are certain things I am supposed to worry about. I am supposed to worry about wrinkles, and muffin tops, and stretch marks, and whether or not my teeth are white, and whether or not my eyelashes are thick enough. But recently I was made aware that there was something missing from my worry cabinet. The commercial started like this: “Apples may fall, but the apples of your cheeks don’t have to.” First, I must comment that I feel that statement was a rather lazy way to begin a commercial. But that’s not the point. The point is, all this time I had…