Wash your damn face

Here is a confession:

When I was in middle school, I was commonly referred to as “pizza face.”

It was terrible. I always laughed and said that from my father, I inherited all the things a woman would never want: big ears, a large nose, pores that I can stick spare change in which amount to terrible skin problems & an opinionated sense that most can do without. As I get older, I have learned to embrace most of these characteristics, as I do belive that provide me with a sense of myself, but the one thing I could never really be comfortable with, was my skin. I don’t want to sound like an acne commercial, those are terribly cliché, but I really have always struggled with products. As I embrace organic and all natural with my cooking, I want to do the same with my body. Unfortunately, sometimes, only the chemicals do it right. For a long while I was using the complete Neutrogena product line for acne, which ranges from $29.99 to $39.99 depending on where you buy it. But, after having my second child, my skin wasn’t having it anymore. Then, I switched to the Oil of Olay acne line which can range from $39.99 to $49.99 depending on where you buy it. The bottle of face wash in that box is super small, so you have to buy it twice as much. So I gave that up to after deciding my skin was not worth that kind of money. Frustrated one day, I went into the Aveda store at the mall one day and said fuck it, I’m going to try something natural and a smidge more expensive for the sake of being done with this shit. My skin was dry at the time, I had breakouts going on and I was just like, ok, let’s do this. I went right for the acne line and bought everything they had. It costs me almost a hundred dollars. This was more than a month and a half ago.

This product line was literally, the best thing that has ever happened in my whole entire life.

I am proud to say that not only is my skin clear, but it feels great. I actually enjoy putting on make-up but I don’t feel weird without it. Yes, there is an occasional flaw, but it’s smaller in nature and goes away quickly. To boot, this stuff lasts, the foaming cleanser you need a pump or two of and it’s like the bottle is endless. Initially, the investment may seem large, but you won’t have to pay out for a long while, so buy this shit and end your troubles. At the end of the day, as women, there are few things that really make us happy. We are, by nature, difficult folks. Our men, usually frustrate us, our hips, kill us and our tempers, fuel us. So, give yourself piece of mind, wash your damn face and feel good about yourself. Even if it’s just for that one moment you look at yourself in the mirror. Embrace it.

I have.

Shoooooot, if I am constantly going to criticize my ass, at least I can love my face.

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