Ever since I posted a picture of my unedited acne face, I've been getting TONS of hits from people searching for ... you'll never guess ... "unedited acne face." I hope they downloaded that picture straight away and got a lot of Photoshop practice and made me look awesome! I hope they did NOT deface me and turn my skin green like Elphaba and make my eyes red and then plaster it all over Teh Interwebz. Or airbrush my clothes off. Because ... yeah.
Anyway, drum roll ......... my acne is pretty much gone. Hurray! Here is my new face, without a stitch of make-up.
I wish I had some glorious breakthrough in skin-clearing technology to share with you all, but I am actually not sure how it happened. I may have just grown out of it or got over whatever ailment was causing me to pustule up like an awkward teen. The world may never know.
At one point, I switched to Neutrogena's Oil-Free Redness Soothing Cream Cleanser. Here's what it looks like:
It seemed to help right away. I love the way it feels -- the chamomile is very soothing. In addition, I started using this moisturizer (also by Neutrogena):
I use it every night after I wash my face and also on mornings when I wash my hair, which doesn't happen often. Basically, if soap touches my face, this moisturizer is soon to follow. It is very light but quenches my dry skin well.
Finally, I switched my foundation to CoverGirl Advanced Radiance liquid foundation:
I LOVE this make-up. It covers well, it goes on so smoothly and it smells nice. Oh yeah, and it's "age-defying!" It also stays on rather well, so while washing my face, I add a tiny squirt of regular Softsoap hand soap to the green Neutrogena in my palm and that helps to remove it completely.
A massive zit will still occasionally burst forth on my jaw line, usually in correspondence with my "time of the month" (sorry, Bapa*). But they seem to be going away more quickly. I am really, really glad. Those zits were not only unsightly but rather painful.
And now the strangers at Wal-Mart think I'm an 18-year-old with two kids instead of a 14-year-old, so the stares aren't quite as judgmental.
Also, as soon as I hit "Publish" I'm going to get a big fat honking zit. I just know it.
*Bapa is my husband's 80-years-young grandfather. He faithfully reads my blog but he doesn't really enjoy the talk of "womanly things." So, I try to keep it to a minimum for his sake.