The nice girls over at Philosophy read my story about swearing off makeup and squealed, "We have a present for you!" I love presents. But it wasn't a present so much as a product called, "The Present: Clear Makeup." The label reads, "Do you crave airbrushed skin?" Yes. "Do your wrinkles and pores deserve to appear minimized?" Yes. "Are you searching for a new foundation?" Don't tell Natalie, but yes. So I stashed it in my purse when she wasn't looking and tried it in my bathroom after my roommates left for work even though it looks just like lotion, so I wasn't technically breaking my no makeup vow. And now that I've been using it for a week in place of moisturizer, my skin's never looked better. I know I said that last time, but I'm seriously catching up to Natalie's glow. The only thing that'll get me closer is the salmon and berry diet from Prom Countdown 2002. But that's about a million times harder than slathering some moisturizer on every morning.
How I Solved My Skin's Quarter-Life Crisis
I have your run-of-the-mill combination skin. As a teenager, I got my share of pimples, but as I grew out of puberty, things seemed progress quite nicely. I wasn’t getting as many breakouts, and my skin looked pretty even. But then, one day in early April of this year, completely out of left field, I broke out into a million pimples all over my forehead, the side of my face, and most peculiarly, my cheeks—where I never got any major pimples before. It was weird. It was gross. I felt like my 14-year-old self. But I'm 25. WTF was going on?