An ode to clear-skin
When I was 15, my skincare routine was to scrub my face once a day with an 'acne cleanser' that was essentially just glorified dish soap. At the risk of sounding like an old woman (I'm 25), I'll try not to moan too much about how deprived I was in my youth of the range and accessibility to decent skincare that teens so happily consume today. Bad skin was just something I lived through, like period pain or my English teacher trying to explain that feminism was no longer relevant.
