Remember the feeling of the hot summer sun on your thighs, stomach, chest, and face? With baby oil covering your body, perhaps laying on a black towel or one of those reflective tin foil type blankets? Did anyone ever replicate that feeling for thirty minutes a day in the wonderful contraption that is the tanning bed? And what about those “tingle” lotions that made your body feel as if you were on fire while laying in the tanning bed? And anyone remember the feeling of a burnt forehead and the peeling after the burn? Any ex-sun worshippers in the house?
A few weeks ago I decided I needed to go to the dermatologist to get a couple spots looked at. So many summers were spent getting as dark as possible, with the goal being to be the most tan girl when school commenced in the fall. Brown was beautiful. No one considered the repercussions of all that sun exposure. Until now.
Just about a month before I made my derm appointment a very close friend was diagnosed with skin cancer. She was getting botox when the dermatologist noticed a suspicious area on her chest. She went back the next day to remove the spot, which was sent to the lab and diagnosed as cancer. This hit too close to home. She had been my tanning partner for the last several summers and vacation buddy to the beach for years. It was necessary I get some things checked out.
At the dermatologist my mind was put to ease. Not cancerous, no suspicion. But apparently I have a cystic acne problem and rosacea. Yikes. They tried to get me to purchase a cleanser brush that was $120. I passed on that, since Olay makes one that is $25 at Target.
I was prescribed a topical acne medication. To show my distain for the FDA, I found that this particular medication is sold over the counter in Canada, and is 1/10 of the cost it is here, which is $250! Yes. Two hundred and fifty bucks. Needless to say I will be ordering my refill from a Canadian pharmacy. (On the same note, most of the antibiotics are over the counter in other countries. Did you know that?)
After just a couple weeks using the medication my skin was looking clearer. As gross as this sounds, I had to perform some procedures on myself, AKA open up the areas of the whiteheads with a large bore needle and get them out. Not as horrible as it seemed when they described it to me. I never realized how bad of shape my skin was in.
So after the dermatologist appointment and getting my skin starting to clear up, I remembered how lovely my skin was when I sold Mary Kay Cosmetics forever and a day ago. I was in college when I sold it. I didn’t even take it seriously back then but sold a TON. In fact, I was number one in sales every quarter in my unit for a couple years. And I had recruits. But, more importantly, my skin was smooth and blemish free. I looked incredible.
What did I do recently? I signed up to do Mary Kay again for personal use. No pushy pushy selling for me. I just wanted my stuff at 50% off. Especially my cleanser and moisturizer.
After only about a month of using my Mary Kay again, the glow is back and my skin is beginning to look great again.
The moral of this story is that as we age, the cumulative effect of how we have treated our skin starts to wear on us. Recognize this. Start wearing sun screen. Skin cancer is such a real and scary thing. Drink water, get lots of sleep, take your makeup off at night. Apply moisturizer in an upward motion. Never tug on the area of delicate skin around your eyes. You can tell how old a person is by the condition of skin on their neck. Don’t neglect that area. Wash it with your anti-aging cleanser and moisturizer. Make an appointment with the dermatologist for a check up and make this a part of your yearly routine. Take care of your skin. It’s the largest organ of your body and the only one you get.