I don’t know if it’s the eery sound of age creeping up on me or the realisation that some things (thighs, I’m talking to you) will never change but I am finally tuning into my skin and all its needs. Those monthly breakouts are yet to be tamed, I won’t lie, but overall my skin is in a much better state than it would have been if I continued to turn a snobbish nose to the sacred valley of beauty and skincare products. Wiping off make up and applying the occasional mask was about all I could muster when it came to caring for my skin. Probably the only thing I can say I did right by my skin is religiously applying sun protection for the last five years. You don’t want to hear about my ignorant youthful and bountiful use of baby oil because that’s just disgusting and I would really rather forget about it.
