I woke up this morning, looked at my skincare and wanted to hurl it out the window. No, it’s not that the products aren’t working for me, nor that I don’t think any of the dozens of skin creams are useless. I just can’t continue with my 400,000-step, snail water-essence-mist-serum-oil-bloodofasacrificiallamb-based routine. It’s enough. Give me soap, give me moisturizer, and give me some damn sunscreen and let me live my life while I’m still young! Unfortunately, when I think about mentioning my newfound disdain for …
