

My skin was pretty good to me through out my 20s. I had the normal breakouts for a girl my age, but given how I treated my skin, it was pretty good to me in return. This is in hindsight, mind you (such a wonderful thing).
At the time I would get frustrated, angry that my skin looked dry or that a nasty hormonal pimple had decided to crop up right before a date, or a party. I expected it to be perfect but didn’t do a lot for it in return. My skin bore the brunt of a multitude of sins; days at the beach, late nights and not nearly enough water. When I look back on how I felt about my skin throughout my 20s, it’s now that I’m into my mid 30’s that I truly appreciate it.
