If you had read my personal blog for years, you probably got the idea that I’m not that type of girl who cares about her appearance. Of course definitely I was not into fashion clothing and stuffs, but actually I do like to take care of my skin. I also have a quite strong sense in smelling scents and describing them –but that’s a whole different story haha.
I unconsciously started to learn about skin care since the age of 12. I got my first acne when I was in 6th grade elementary school. Back then I was really careless although my friends often asked why I got acne and why why blah blah blah. Well it’s genetic, okay (why were those kids refused to understand this arrgh). My father had acne too when he was younger. It’s because of the hormonal activity, such as puberty, this may contribute to the formation of acne. And in fact, teen acne isn’t something that we could control 100%. That’s why I was firstly didn’t care too much about it. So, who cared? My mother. As I could remember, my face was oily like all the time and the acne was pretty much severe –especially when I’m in my junior high. My mother encouraged me to give more attention to my skin, because maybe someday when I’m old enough, I would regret it if I didn’t. The one and only person who would care enough to take a good care of my skin is only its owner, me. And there goes my journey..