It is a funny thing, keeping a skin diary; by the point you really get around to write down it up a day or two later, your (or, at the very least, my) skin has already returned to its oily, dry, acne-prone established order. Am I being too hard on my natural, God-given face here? Possibly, but you could have to grasp: When you get used to drinking a Hailey Bieber skin glaze smoothie daily for every week, only to have that life-giving juice cruelly stripped away from you once it's “now not reimbursable by Condé Nast,” it's mildly difficult to have a look at yourself within the mirror without pondering “Rattling, imagine how way more subtly luminous and hot...
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