I thought that I will never visit my derma after more than a year of neglect. It seems that my obsession with the new school year and finishing my bestselling Guide to HEDCen have taken the top priority. Then finally, I decided to give face another chance.
Before: Imagine the skin of santol. corrugated and bumpy. imagine ripe mangoes when signs of decay is imminent.
During: Imagine applying egg whites and worst on your face- that's the peeling chemical, shrinking the skin till its dried up and bursting, not to mention a face so battered after a white head is delivered from a tiny pore that would not budge!!! And imagine how many were forced to come out, delivered by a salivating, obsessed and unrelenting skin midwife of some sort.
The best is when your face starts to crack and layer upon layer of skin begin to s h e d d d... you pull on a thin filament and you hear it crackle a little bit. this is so addicting that you would not want your peeling to ever stop. The skin is dead and you roll your fingers gently during and after a bath and they yield like... dead skin! Peeling does not seem to stop and you find skin on your blouse, on your chest and on your lap.. on the page of your book you last read or on a document you signed.
After: New skin for a while. Not as exciting as the process of getting there. I'd say it's good to shed. I see guavas from the tree outside my window as I write. Still guava face but the younger version!!! hahahaha!
Before: Imagine the skin of santol. corrugated and bumpy. imagine ripe mangoes when signs of decay is imminent.
During: Imagine applying egg whites and worst on your face- that's the peeling chemical, shrinking the skin till its dried up and bursting, not to mention a face so battered after a white head is delivered from a tiny pore that would not budge!!! And imagine how many were forced to come out, delivered by a salivating, obsessed and unrelenting skin midwife of some sort.
The best is when your face starts to crack and layer upon layer of skin begin to s h e d d d... you pull on a thin filament and you hear it crackle a little bit. this is so addicting that you would not want your peeling to ever stop. The skin is dead and you roll your fingers gently during and after a bath and they yield like... dead skin! Peeling does not seem to stop and you find skin on your blouse, on your chest and on your lap.. on the page of your book you last read or on a document you signed.
After: New skin for a while. Not as exciting as the process of getting there. I'd say it's good to shed. I see guavas from the tree outside my window as I write. Still guava face but the younger version!!! hahahaha!
