Skin Care
I Spent Thousands Battling Hormonal Acne, and a $20 Regimen Cured ItThrough a four-year trial-and-error method, I finally found what keeps my acne under control |
Getting the Gunk Out - $500 After products failed, I went to a fancy skin care spa to have my acne extracted by a licensed esthetician. I'd get an acne facial, which usually consisted of a cleanse, extractions and some sort of a glycolic peel.
The extractions did flatten the acne out, which seemed to cut down the time blemishes spent lurking on my face, but they left a more noticeable mark than if I let them go away on their own. This made my acne easier to cover up with makeup -- it was like reducing the pimple from 3-dimensional to 2-dimensional — and it meant I could spackle on concealer and (almost) pretend nothing was there.
That's when I took matters into my own hands — literally. I started picking at my skin. I knew it was wrong (any skin expert will tell you to avoid this), but popping the pimples that came to a head made me feel like I was doing something about my acne, and getting the "junk" in my skin out felt logical.
Popping did more harm than good. It didn't stop me from breaking out, and the ones that I popped left red marks that didn't go away. It became a daily habit, and I found myself probing and searching my skin for new blemishes on a daily basis.
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The extractions did flatten the acne out, which seemed to cut down the time blemishes spent lurking on my face, but they left a more noticeable mark than if I let them go away on their own. This made my acne easier to cover up with makeup -- it was like reducing the pimple from 3-dimensional to 2-dimensional — and it meant I could spackle on concealer and (almost) pretend nothing was there.
That's when I took matters into my own hands — literally. I started picking at my skin. I knew it was wrong (any skin expert will tell you to avoid this), but popping the pimples that came to a head made me feel like I was doing something about my acne, and getting the "junk" in my skin out felt logical.
Popping did more harm than good. It didn't stop me from breaking out, and the ones that I popped left red marks that didn't go away. It became a daily habit, and I found myself probing and searching my skin for new blemishes on a daily basis.
SEE NEXT PAGE: Trip to a Dermatologist - $250