I am thirty-two years old, and sometimes, I still get zits. For example: today. As I write this, I have a lovely zit right on the tip of my nose. I look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Fortunately, this does not happen often. But when I do get a zit, I want to pound my fists against the mirror and shout at my pores, Why? Why? What do you need - a facial? More moisturizer? Less moisturizer? Talk to me! Just tell me what you want!!!
At my age, shouldn’t I be the master of my skincare routine? Shouldn’t I have figured out the rituals that will guarantee a flawless complexion? But when I look at my face in the mirror, I have no idea what to do. Despite all my years of reading magazine articles, visiting my dermatologist, and trying new products, when it comes to my beauty routine, I might as well be consulting a Magic 8 Ball. (Should I exfoliate tonight? Outlook not clear.)
When shopping for beauty products, I have two main strategies: (1) read the labels and pick the product that is best designed for my beauty needs; or (2) buy the product that comes in the prettiest box.
I know I am supposed to actually read the packaging in order to identify the product best suited for my skin type but I don’t know what my skin type is. Is my skin oily? Dry? Acne prone? Sensitive? I DON’T KNOW. Can’t someone just teach me a magic spell to make my zits go away? And another magic spell to fight wrinkles? Why isn’t Hogwarts real???
For now, my quest for the perfect beauty routine continues. I am like Galahad searching for the Holy Grail, except, spoiler alert, I am never going to find my grail.
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