SKINSTORY

I know, I KNOW, I am a day late, but better late than never right? (he he). I didn’t publish a blog post yesterday because 1. I didn’t write it in advance, and 2. I helped my aunt do a HUGE closet clear out; we spent approximately five hours on it. After helping her with her closet I decided to organize mine because it was a mess. After finishing with both closets I was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to write this blog post. ANYWAY, enough with excuses! today I thought it would be fitting to talk about my skin history (well some of it, because I don’t remember a lot) (I know, I am an old lady trapped in the body of someone that looks 15) since I shared with you my hair history last week. Shall we? we shall!

This time, let’s start with a picture of how my skin has been looking these days.

However, it didn’t look like that always… LET’S GO BACK IN TIME! (well… to what I remember)

When I was younger (don’t remember specific age) I used to suffer from getting white spots from the sun and used prescribed creams to make them go away, and since then I haven’t gotten those white spots (thought of mentioning this). Since I started my period, I have had pimples like any other person; they came and they went. I would use your typical acne creams and soaps and whatnots and they would keep my skin at bay. But, there was a time that it didn’t happen like that.

Moving away to a different country without the rule-makers is a lot of freedom. My first year at college all I ate was fried chicken (oh my, how good it was), and all the other junk food that I could get. Like I have mentioned, transitioning was really really really hard for me, so whenever I felt anxious or sad I would eat food that was more grease than anything else. Also, my first year of college a got some news that put me in a lot of stress for the first two years that I was there, and my skin felt it, and it felt it everywhere. I had acne AND acne scars on my face, my chest and my back. I tried every acne cream and face wash there was out there and nothing helped.

The summer after sophomore year, I went back home and one day my father just stared at me and said “Mi hija, you have to go to the dermatologist” (well, in Spanish). Sooo, I went to the dermatologist, got some studies done and learned that the cause of my acne was a sh*t load of stress (not the fried chicken that I oh, so adore). Enduring so much stress made my hormones go cuckoo, and my hormones going cuckoo made my skin go cuckoo. So I got some medicine to get my hormones to go back to normal, and some medicine for my acne. (fun fact: if you have acne in more than just one place in your body is better to treat it with pills and not with other products)

After a few months, my skin cleared up, and to keep it like that I have been meditating when I start feeling stressed (and drinking wine) and drinking more water. Also, I focus more on eating healthy (I still eat fried chicken when I want to though) I don’t use acne focused products (because I don’t need to) and I don’t use makeup on my face (but if I do, it is bb cream, bronzer, and blush), and I have been sucked into the mask world and I use at least 3 every week. I LOVE THEM.