Last weekend, my sister got married. I was both the maid of honor and the officiant of the wedding, but easily the most stressful element of the entire situation was preparing my skin. Since I am me, I’d been mentally and physically preparing my beauty regime for the event since circa early August. I took a bit of a risk and decided pre-wedding would be a good time to try out new masks, moisturizers, and exfoliants; I was really eager to take my skin to the next level and I had a bit of time to see how my face would respond. I sprinted to ask all my trusted beauty peers to ask about any new products for smooth, bright, glow-y skin.
A couple weeks to go, and things were going great — all the suggestions I had incorporated into my routine were working, and I started to feel like my skin was possibly in the best shape it had ever been in. Then, a true nightmare occurred. About five days before the Day, a combination of bad cyclical timing and pre-wedding anxiety left me with red, blotchy, itchy skin and an unfortunate spot right in the center of my chin. Though this was quite literally devastating to me, I also accepted the challenge. I had four days to take my skin from disastrous to flawless. Again, I was not the one getting married — but I sure knew how to make it about myself.
Sorry if this is TMI, but it’s that time of the month and I’m starting to notice that my skin is getting really red and patchy. At first I think I might be over-exfoliating but I also notice there’s no textural change, so it’s probably not an allergic reaction. Regardless, I stop exfoliating my face. To combat the redness, I return to my beloved Tatcha Recovery cream, a moisturizer that specifically combats redness and dehydration. I’m also beginning to notice some burgeoning blemishes around my chin area which I’m not happy about. I pick at one problem area — and while I’m trying to calm down the side effects, I’m also relieved to have gotten the blemish out of the way and begin the healing process. So, to fight this redness and flare-up, I sprint to use the My Beauty Diary Aloe Mask.
The pimple is doing better, but she’s not gone. My co-workers are starting to panic too — more than one stops by my desk to ask: “How are you going to get rid of this before the wedding?” I instantly message a friend who is as psychotic as I am, who suggests I find a derm