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TomD's avatar

Head, shoulders, face, and ass.

Face and ass!

Head, shoulders, face, and ass.

Face and ass!

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Katie Gatti Tassin's avatar

I really enjoyed reading this, as reading the descriptions of your teenage self felt like reading my diary. I had a near-identical journey, down to the oil strips and Proactiv, but mine ended with an 8-month course of high-octane Accutane. I think that’s the experience that radicalized me. I had spent years diligently applying everything in sight, spending all my babysitting money; hours in the computer room researching ingredients and combing forums in search of the holy grail routine, only for this pill that required monthly blood tests and risked liver failure to be the cure (I wasn’t even supposed to really wash my face while I was on it — heresy).

It ended up curing my acne, but making my skin so sensitive that now I’m one of those people who can only use the gentle, unscented, chemical-free products or I turn pink and flaky, which spoils the fun of using a bunch of different stuff and maintaining an elaborate routine.

I feel pressure to “anti-age” for sure but right now (29) I feel like abstaining is conscientious objection from a world obsessed with female youth, so at least I can feel righteously indignant about my crows’ feet, I guess!

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