skin care doesn’t get any easier with age

I was going to write about International Women’s Day, but I just don’t feel inspired right now. I don’t know. I guess I’m just one of those people who kind of lives in the moment of how I’m feeling, and some days I’m like ‘fuck yes, i’m a woman’ and on other days, I just feel like ‘Yeah, I’m a woman and what?’ – especially since I’m on my period right now. I’m kinda just grateful that I sat down in front of my laptop instead of evaporating into a duvet.

So, how am I feeling? Like I want to stick a Lindt bunny in my mouth, followed by a latte and a dollop of tzatziki. Yes, I’m having dairy withdrawals. Before I started cutting the white stuff out, I didn’t realise just how much dairy I was consuming on a daily basis.

We never have milk in the house anyway, favouring almond or oat for health reasons. So, I figured, how hard can it be?

First of all, let me tell you why I’ve cut it out. I have acne. I’m 31. I didn’t think acne would be a problem at this age. As it turns out, skin care doesn’t get any easier with age, kids. In fact, now I’m worrying about acne, rosacea, dry skin, fine lines and wrinkles all at once.

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Thank God for Make Up and Filters

I’ve done a fair amount of reading about triggers for acne, especially around the chin which is where mine has decided to sprout it’s ugly red head.

I’m not sure if dairy is the main culprit, but its definitely a factor. I had some cheese on crackers a month or so ago and started itching around the acne region. I then decided to cut out milk and cheese for a couple of weeks which seemed to help a little. I caved and had a pizza and then fell victim to some more lovely red breakouts and itching. So now  I’m reading every label and re-considering every morsel of food that crosses the mouth threshold.

Today I passed the Easter aisle in Tesco and felt like jumping on top of the easter eggs and breaking into them like a jacked up zombie on a fresh body.

Did you ever see that episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch where she was addicted to pancakes and the maple syrup bottle started talking to her? Yeah, that totally happened today with a packet of roast beef monster munch. Yes, there’s fucking milk in those! What the hell?



I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I was vegan for three years many moons ago, but I guess I just forgot, plus I figured it would be easier these days. I mean, it’s one hundred times better than when I was a vegan and literally lived on lettuce sandwiches and humous, but still.

I’m going to give dairy another try in a few weeks time to see if it does in fact trigger my acne. If it does, I suppose I have to make a choice between a flat white and flat white face.

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