Trying to Delay the Inevitable with Self-care
“Apply generously on face and neck”
I read aloud to myself.
Course they want me to apply generously, it’s how they’ll get me to use more of their product and get me to buy another tin, init?
I never really had a skincare routine when I was younger, but growing up I was very conscious about how my face felt. My strangest habit would be that right after I have a shower and get dressed I have to wash my face in a random sink in the house (usually the kitchen), before I go on my way. Additionally being Sri Lankan I am blessed with melanin rich skin that has held itself for quite sometime. Till I was 30 the only visual facial mark is a scar from chicken pox I had when I was a child. Now that I have crossed the threshold I have slowly started to crack.
Last September a few short weeks of my birthday I made the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror while tripping on LSD. I watched my face age slowly, getting all wrinkly and loose before it melted off my face. I quickly looked away, took a deep breath and looked at myself again. I knew I was tripping so I didn’t freak out. But I did decide to take better care of my skin, of my body, of my temple, of my prison.
