I did a lot of stupid things when I was a teenager. I wore glitter to school. I thought bell bottom jeans really would make a comeback. I posted several Facebook statuses a day to my 3+ friends. And I also firmly believed that an orange, fake tanned skin was miles better than my naturally fair self.Mistakes, all of them. I look back on my yearbook photos and Facebook rewinds and cringe.
She also points out skincare’s greatest crime; “At the core of the New Skincare is chemical violence. Skincare buffs refer to “actives” — products like retinols, chemical exfoliants, and alpha and beta hydroxy acids.” I feel like such a fool. Here I was, thinking chemical violence was suffered by the victims of acid attacks, but no. I was the real victim when I dared to put Differin on my poor, innocent, acne-ridden face.
Which brings me to Varagur’s next line, directed at me, I assume. “Don’t we all have friends who are fanatical about skin care and don’t… really (whispers) have great skin? How can that be?”
Ah, this brings back memories. When I first began developing painful, cystic acne (around age 17 or 18), I sat in my doctor’s office asking if there was anything that could be done. I’m not kidding when I say it was bad. I had grown adults asking me what was wrong with my face. I’m pretty sure I frightened children. I looked at my doctor like he was Christ himself come to resurrect my skin. The result was a prescription retinoid and two rounds of medications that has since evolved once the cysts began to disappear.
Nowadays, I’m on Differin, heavy moisturizers, and avoid certain ingredients due to the hell it wreaks on my skin. But if you ask Varagur, I was a fool for even trying.
You see, while the cysts went away, the acne scars, redness and blackheads still remain. And much like the cystic acne took awhile to go away, my awful skin in it’s current state will need lots of time and TLC to heal.
Or so I thought.
Had I only listened to Varagur, I would’ve known the my fanaticism with skincare meant that I was doomed to be ugly and scarred for life. Hell, I never should’ve made that visit to the doctor in the first place. Who cares what those around me had to say about my face?
I should’ve (no pun intended) just grown thicker skin.
Finally, Varagur thinks we’re all just pawns in the grand Scheme of Skincare. “New Skincare is (still) chiefly about buying things, and displaying them for others to see — to prove that you worked hard for what you have, even if you’re, say, a model, whose profession self-selects for superior genetics.”
I should mention this to my friend who likes to use face masks as a form of self care. She’s a mere proletariat with no mind or thoughts of her own. Wake up, sheeple!