Sunday Woe of a Skincare Junkie

I’ve made peace with the fact that my face will never be makinis. I’m fully aware that it’s ridiculous to compare it to the artistas, even more those kPop idols.

June 2019. I was hopeful at the outset of my skincare journey. The more I read and watch, the more confident I’ve become that I can do this without going through the horrible peeling other people go through when undergoing treatment at the Dermas. I have to say, I do see some improvement, particularly on my forehead area.

My enlarged pores will be with me forever; it’s genetics. And as I age I’ll see some spots here and there.

Pimples, yes, that’s kind if a given, especially when I’m close to my period.

But my, oh my, hormonal acne has reached another milestone: 5-in-1 cystic acne. My only savior for this stubborn kind is getting cortisone injection. But at a time of pandemic, that’s not really an ideal move.

So I’m stuck with this gigantic morph of cystic acne for the next few days. Debating whether I salicylic acid or Benzoyl peroxide the shit out of it, orrrrr try to calm it with niacinamide and hope for the best.

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