“Il faut souffrir pour être belle.”
Got my first, “Congratulations, you live in a city again!” major zit. Alas! Seriously, this sucker took up some major real estate on my chin. Such that even Jeff, normally a paragon of husbandly delicacy on such matters, was led to exclaim, “What’s that on your face?!” Several of its brethren are not so discreetly advancing as well.
Humid climates after a desert have conspired to wreak havoc on my skin, and my one facial after neglecting them for so long can only do so much. So city dwelling minions advise please. What weapons do I need in a city skincare arsenal?