Wednesday, April 24, 2013
In fifth grade we learned about acne and its causes out of an ancient health book. I remember where I was sitting, on the third row from the right near the back of the room. This is strange because I have a horrible memory. I have this same memory about all the important first lessons though, math, letters, phonics, cursive, algebra, even when I first learned about time and years (1989, first grade, second row from the left, second desk back). Why I can remember strange details like this and not what I did last week is beyond me.
So I was in this health class, looking at all these drawings that were done in the seventies. First of face shapes (I didn't think I had any of them), and then a few pages later, different kinds of acne and what caused it. The basic idea was keeping your skin clean, eating healthy food, and not touching your face. I remember the part about not touching your face the most. That was the day I started training myself not to sit with my face in my hands. I was a girl that took things I learned seriously. When people told me I didn't want to grow up, I believed them and began to seriously worry about it. When I learned about varicose veins (in the same class) I made a concerted effort to sit correctly. When we learned etiquette (not even as part of a class, just because my teacher felt like we should know) I started making sure I didn't put my elbows on other peoples dinner tables. When I learned to keep my hands away from my face and to keep it oil free by cleaning it regularly, I took it seriously. I had seen acne and didn't want to get it, so it seemed like good advice at the time.
It wasn't completely wrong. Keeping my hands away from my face was a good habit to learn. Even washing it, I think, was a good lesson. I wasn't what you'd call the cleanest person in the world. I went from taking a bath or shower once or twice a week and my sister helping me with my hair when it was too gross for her to even look at, to showering twice a day and actually styling my hair myself in the course of a year...I think it was this year, the year I learned about cleanliness and also started playing basketball (a mistake that only lasted a year) and didn't like how sweaty I was when I got home.
So far I have to say the book was wrong about oil. Oil hasn't made me break out (yet). I've had a breakout, but the oil wasn't the cause and it didn't make it worse. The texture of my skin is better. Before, I don't think there was any part of my face that I could touch without it feeling bumpy, whether it had any obvious reason to be or not. There are still some areas that feel that way, but its much smoother. The process has stayed the same, and there's nothing new to report. I am learning to like the smell more though (tea tree oil mostly).
Here's what's new. I decided to stop using regular moisturizer even on my off days. I thought I really wouldn't like it. The first day I felt like it was too oily, and was thinking I'd been right, and also kind of missing the clean feeling I usually have right after cleaning my face. After a few hours though, I realized that it was just taking longer to soak into my skin. When it did the oily feeling went away, and my skin felt less oily than a few hours after moisturizer. My moisturizer soaks into my skin fairly quickly and makes a good base for makeup so I didn't really expect this. Its not like I haven't gone without moisturizer before, in fact, it's only fairly recently that I broke down and bought a decent one so that I could use it every day hoping that it was part of my problem. That would be my oily skin that still manages to peal and look like its dry. It didn't seem like the moisturizer was making my skin more oily, and my skin did stop pealing for the most part, so why would this be a problem? The only thing I can think of is that the jojoba oil is helping my skin regulate itself better. It is easy to put too much on, so I do have to be careful, but it doesn't stay too oily for long. I just have to wait awhile before putting makeup on and then its fine.
You might as well say it...