This is my 100th post! I'm not sure that my other 99 posts have been worth your reading, but it sure has been fun venting and sharing with everyone since May.
When I was about 15, I started wearing makeup, just foundation really, to feel like I fit in with my friends. I don't think I really needed to wear it, I just submitted to unspoken peer pressure. (way to go, right?) I got more than I bargained for with this whole makeup business. My skin freaked out! And I was sensitive about it (right, dad?). My dad, with his very good intentions and sense of adventure, would think it was a great idea to wake me up before dawn for a trip to the Shoney's breakfast buffet. All of you chicks out there know that I girl can't just roll out of bed and head out the door. No. Makeup. Makeup was essential at this point. Makeup (and hormones) had caused some horrible acne and there was just NO way I was going out that door without it. I made him wait. He wasn't happy about it, he didn't understand. I wonder if he remembers how sensitive I used to be...all he had to do was bring up the zit that he must've thought I didn't know about, and I would lose it. I'd cry. I was embarrassed. And it hurt my feelings that anyone would let me know that it was so visible to them.
I am nearly 30 years old, and I still struggle with my skin. I am still embarrassed by it, but I'm not as sensitive. Nine times out of ten, I'm the one saying 'Shoot, look at this zit I have coming up.' When we went to North Carolina back in November, again, my skin FREAKED OUT! I was so broken out; so embarrassed. Here I was on a business trip with my husband and I didn't want to meet, much less be seen by, his peers. Ugh. As the children napped, I watched tv while Donald was in meetings. Daytime tv is full of infomercials preying on the housewives of America. Along came the ad for Proactiv...the acne problem solver. I thought about ordering it and didn't. Then I told Donald about it and he told me that I should've ordered it if it would make me feel better. The next day, I made sure I watched all commercials just waiting for the Proactiv ad to appear again. And it did!! This time I picked up the phone and placed my order. I know, I know. You're thinking I'm a doofus for falling for an infomercial. After all, I didn't know anyone else who had used this product; at least, anyone who had admitted it to me. I got my first shipment a few days after we returned from N.C. and I eagerly began to use it. Every morning. Every night. Just as directed. It has been about two and half weeks - I can tell a big difference!! My skin is softer, less blemished. Blemishes that do pop up, heal more quickly than they used to. I am really beginning to LOVE my skin!! I haven't always been able to say that.
I have done a great job of sticking with the routine of cleansing morning and night. The morning cleanse is so automatic - it just comes with the showering routine. Night time is a different story. Every night, I walk into my bedroom ready to fall into bed...then I realize, and I say this out loud, every night...'Ugh, I have to wash my stupid face'. I've said it so many times that as I start to say it, Donald finishes my sentence and we laugh. I love how my face feels after the cleanse, and I'm glad I've done it, but there must be some other way to get it done before bed time so that I can just jump in the bed whenever I'm ready. Maybe I'll try to do it right after I get the kiddos in bed each night. Maybe that's the answer, who knows. I do know that I'm much more proud of my skin, less embarrassed and very willing to share my use of this product with everyone.
If you have something that is tried and true for you, please share it. You never know who may benefit!!