(They say money doesn’t grow on trees, but if skincare did, I’d save a lot of money. Don’t worry Dad; I didn’t damage your spring onions.)
“Did you just look at yourself in the window?”
“No, of course not…”
Okay. Admit it. You were 100% definitely checking yourself out. Don’t worry, I do it too, we all do. I can’t count the times my parents have accused me of ‘being vain’ and it’s not because I think I’m hot stuff, but because I’m a little bit insecure about what I look like
I’ve always been a bit so-so about my appearance, particularly my skin. When ‘makeup’ and ‘skincare’ hit school, I was all over that stuff, trying to cover blemishes I didn’t even have or reduce the appearance of my freckles or even try to look a little tanner. I remember some of my “friends” pointing out the occasional pimple or spot there that I had never before even noticed and being so embarrassed and trying to cover up my chin for the rest of the day. Then, once I started using makeup I was criticised for using it, being told I was doing it wrong and I shouldn’t be so vain blah blah blah. Puh-lease, we all know most of this criticism came from the girls who had that trendy dark foundation line for a necklace and raccoon eyes for school photos.
So, I guess that’s where my slight skincare addiction began. It wasn’t necessarily because I enjoyed skincare products or had an interest in them, it was because I was incessantly fixated with every single potential flaw on my face. I’ve tried everything from basics like cetaphil to high end brands Clarins and YSL and then everything in between to try and ‘fix’ these non-noticeable flaws. Even worse, is the amount of nutritional condiments that have gone on my face, including staples such as: eggs, avocado, oatmeal, honey, lemons, gelatin, yogurt, milk, toothpaste and vegemite (once and it was awful, please don’t ever attempt). I gave up certain food groups, like dairy and sweets and then coffee and pretty much anything worth eating. I drank excessive amounts of water and regularly ‘steamed’ my face in an attempt to ‘clarify’ my complexion.
And you know what? None these remedies made any difference to the way I looked, they did not obliterate my pimples, clear out my blackheads or unclog my pores…all they did was shatter my self-confidence, confirming in my mind that I had a problem that cannot be cured.
So what changed? Well for starters, university did. I left the hypercritical environment of an all-girls school and made a whole lot of great friends at university, many of them guys, who 100% did not notice or care how my skin looked. But I still had meh skin, I started drinking, having late nights, eating a bit more junk and occasionally sleeping in my makeup which made my skin flair up a bit more.
But this time, I was working. So it wasn’t a problem, I had the money to spend on virtually every skincare product available and when one didn’t work, I’d buy another. This was just a never ending cycle, if the product I’d just bought didn’t work immediately then it was back to Myers to try another brand, and eventually, I just ended up with all these really expensive products that I don’t use, as well as wasting a lot of money as many of these items are $50+, and you need multiple.
So what did I do? I stopped buying more products. I decided one morning enough was enough, and stopped poking and picking my face. I went back to a medium-high end organic, hypoallergenic, natural brand that I used often throughout school. I bought a basic set of skincare: cleanser, toner, moisturiser, a scrub for my dry skin in winter and a mask for my oil skin in summer. That’s it, no more, no pimple cream, no eye cream, no night and day creams, none of that extra additional stuff. And I told myself, ‘you are not buying any more products until you have used up the ones you have’, and eventually my skin calmed down a little and I felt confident enough to wear makeup a little less often, which in turn improved my skin even more.
What made the difference to my skin was not some miraculous $100 cure, but consistency and patience. The consistency to: just use one product and stop jumping between things, and the patience to accept that yes this stuff takes time, it’s not magic. I just have to love what I’ve got because it’s really not that bad and I’m tired of wasting time and energy over something does not contribute to my wellbeing and just makes me unhappy. Don’t get me wrong, I still worry, just a little less now! (I think, or at least hope so).
I guess now you’re wondering what my cure for my teen acne was? Well, that’s easy, 5+ years of gruelling high school, bitchy comments and much staring in the bathroom mirror until I was no longer an oil-skinned teenager. Seriously, time has done so much more that any product I’ve ever bought.
So, in celebration of my slight boost in skin confidence, I cleared out all my old and dead skincare products today in accordance with my new minimalistic approach to life, or what I like to call now, ‘not hoarding stuff I don’t need’. Adios you non-amigos and causers of pain, anguish and way way way too much money and hello fresh-faced, freckled and occasionally pimpled me.
Here’s me with 0% makeup, 100% sunlight and about 10% actual sleep after submitting an assignment haha.