By the time I landed firmly in my thirties, I had come to terms with my less-than-perfect, easily irritated skin. It went from one extreme to the other and back again. I dealt with the monthly, cyclical break-outs and was fully aware of the consequences of chocolate indulgence. Such is life.
I stopped trying to solve the mystery and obtain that magazine-cover flawless-looking skin. I was old enough and wise enough to realize it was most likely all in the photography...and the touch-up session afterward. Women don't really have skin like that. Do they?
When I got pregnant with Punky, one thing I looked forward to most was the "glow" expecting women supposedly have and the beautiful, hormone-enriched radiant skin that creates it. What a load of bullshit that is. In reality, my skin went the opposite direction and got worse with each passing preggo week. It was awful. Quarter-size dry patches that would flake and peel throughout the day. Acne in painful clusters popped up everywhere. Ongoing redness that I couldn't conceal with any amount of make-up. My skin was a complete mess. So much for the glow...
After Punky's birth, I waited for all those hormones to subside and return to my normal, moderately shitty skin. When it didn't change in a few months, I thought maybe it wouldn't until I stopped nursing. Months after that milestone, there was still only a slight amount of improvement. Dammit.
My nephew got me a gift card for my birthday and against my frugal judgement I decided to take a leap and spend it on some more expensive face gunk. I hate spending money on stuff like that period. I think the entire cosmetics industry is full of ridiculously over-priced junk that doesn't live up to the miracle claims made by the manufacturers. But I was desperate. I needed to try something.
While I was growing up, my mom always had a bottle of Oil of Olay in the bathroom and she used it faithfully. After studing the aisle of options at the store, I chose to give it a shot. I bought the Regenerist series and headed home to wait for my miracle.
I decided to use the scrub only once or twice a week. My skin was so dry at the time and it seemed to only bring on more irritation in the beginning. But I did start using the facial moisturizer and under-eye serum every day under make-up...new, more expensive make-up than I would typically use but also forked over the cash for to help aid in the miracle process.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Then, about two months into my new routine, I had a sudden realization while glancing in the mirror. My skin looked...great! I was so wrapped up in everyday life that I hadn't even paid attention to the fact that the break-outs had subsided. I didn't notice the disappearance of the flakes and itchiness. It hadn't dawned on me that I no longer needed to re-apply make-up throughtout the day to mask all the imperfection. For the first time since pre-puberty, my skin was clear. Soft. Healthy. Maybe not magazine-cover airbrushed flawlessness, but close enough for me. I even detected a hint of a glow...sans fetus.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but think it was a fluke. I prepared myself for the next monthly tide of hormones that would normally cause a problem, but no problem arrived. It's been about four months now since I embarked on the journey, and all is well.
So, I have no choice but to draw the conclusion that the Olay Regenerist products really worked for me and made a world of difference in my skin. And my self image. And my self confidence. It could've been just pure coincidence I suppose, but I'm not willing to give up the gunk and find out. I like this gunk, and I'm sticking with it.
My nephew got me a gift card for my birthday and against my frugal judgement I decided to take a leap and spend it on some more expensive face gunk. I hate spending money on stuff like that period. I think the entire cosmetics industry is full of ridiculously over-priced junk that doesn't live up to the miracle claims made by the manufacturers. But I was desperate. I needed to try something.
While I was growing up, my mom always had a bottle of Oil of Olay in the bathroom and she used it faithfully. After studing the aisle of options at the store, I chose to give it a shot. I bought the Regenerist series and headed home to wait for my miracle.
I decided to use the scrub only once or twice a week. My skin was so dry at the time and it seemed to only bring on more irritation in the beginning. But I did start using the facial moisturizer and under-eye serum every day under make-up...new, more expensive make-up than I would typically use but also forked over the cash for to help aid in the miracle process.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Then, about two months into my new routine, I had a sudden realization while glancing in the mirror. My skin looked...great! I was so wrapped up in everyday life that I hadn't even paid attention to the fact that the break-outs had subsided. I didn't notice the disappearance of the flakes and itchiness. It hadn't dawned on me that I no longer needed to re-apply make-up throughtout the day to mask all the imperfection. For the first time since pre-puberty, my skin was clear. Soft. Healthy. Maybe not magazine-cover airbrushed flawlessness, but close enough for me. I even detected a hint of a glow...sans fetus.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but think it was a fluke. I prepared myself for the next monthly tide of hormones that would normally cause a problem, but no problem arrived. It's been about four months now since I embarked on the journey, and all is well.
So, I have no choice but to draw the conclusion that the Olay Regenerist products really worked for me and made a world of difference in my skin. And my self image. And my self confidence. It could've been just pure coincidence I suppose, but I'm not willing to give up the gunk and find out. I like this gunk, and I'm sticking with it.
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