You can start anywhere, but I think I’ll start at the beginning, as it’s usually a good place to start, to borrow a sentiment. Sound of Music,
I was lucky. I didn’t have any skin problems when I was very young, but by the time I reached sixth grade, my hair started breaking. I had these little pimples on my forehead, and I remember my mom taking me to a dermatologist, who gave me something called Panoxyl Bar, a soap that smelled awful. And all my t-shirts, and a tube of super strong benzoyl peroxide.
They made my skin feel raw, but they helped a little. Basically, I had no idea what I was doing, and I didn’t include any moisturizing products. My mom, who has perfect skin, didn’t even really know how to help me.
I continued to break pretty much through high school, but the breakouts were minor. Just a few small grains here and there. I used benzoyl peroxide consistently, and it helped.
But things got more complicated in college. In my second year, I went through some sort of hormonal shift (my acne is always tied to my hormones), and some of the little pimples I used to deal with turned into big, painful pimples on my cheeks.
I started taking Accutane, and it was the only thing that really helped. It’s still controversial, and it was even more controversial then, but it helped me a lot. It cleared my skin, which remained clear until I reached my mid-30s.
I think that’s when I went through another hormonal shift. I started getting acne on my chin (but you already know about that).
I’m in my 40s now with dry skin (which used to be super oily) that is still acne-prone. I still use benzoyl peroxide (Kate Somerville Anti-Beck Clearing Lotion), either in the morning or at night.
Now I am more concerned about evening my skin tone and dealing with fine lines than about preventing and treating breakouts.
I have some fine lines under my eyes and around my mouth, but I like to smile at them. I think I smile a lot, because I’ve got wrinkles to show it, lol!
I haven’t tried Botox or anything like fillers, but I refuse to say I’ll never go there. I don’t want to now, but who knows? Anything can change in the future.
My big worry about things like this is that I won’t look like me anymore, and I can’t imagine looking in the mirror and feeling like something was small, you know?
For now, I’m pretty happy with my skin, but I plan to be more aggressive with my anti-aging regimen. When I got pregnant with Conor’s, I only used moisturizer and sunscreen, and I’ve fallen out of the habit of using serums and what not.
How about you, my love? What’s the story of your skin? I would love to hear about it. You can share as much (or as little) as you want.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,