If there were a Richter scale to measure human stress levels, I’m pretty certain I would have tipped that metaphorical scale during the last month.
About a month ago, my skin started staging what could best be described as a massive temper tantrum — the skincare equivalent of a 2-year-old throwing himself on the floor at the supermarket, banging his little fists on the ground, rolling around, kicking the floor, crying hysterically and screeching at eardrum-bursting levels.
Talk about having the Midas touch!
Until recently, I wasn’t aware that underarm dryness was a concern for women.
No matter how intense your anti-aging regimen, chances are you worry about a few of the tell-tale spots on your body that could very well point to your real birth year — among them the neck and, of course, the hands.
There’s a time in your life when people start qualifying their sentences — even their compliments —to include the oh-so-unsavory phrase “for your age,” uttering such oddly phrased compliments as “You look good for your age!”Admittedly, I’ve always prided myself on looking young.
Did you know March 5th was National Absinthe Day?
My skin has been staging a coup d’état as of late — ironically, just as I’ve reinvented my entire diet (partly because years of stress and coffee-chugging have led to ulcers), started working out on a semi-regular basis (I’ve never done much in the form of exercise beyond the occasional yoga or Pilates video), and amassed my own stockpile of vitamins and supplements to boost my cantankerous immune system.
