We believe aging is a damn adventure. But let’s not kid ourselves—some of us took a few, uh... detours on the road to radiant skin.
So today, we’re pulling back the curtain (and maybe some clogged pores) to share the most honest, hilarious, and mildly horrifying skincare confessions from our fearless crew. These are the beauty sins we swore we’d take to the grave—but now we’re airing them out for the greater good.
No judgment. No shame. Just real talk from women who’ve been there, ruined that, and learned how to glow anyway.
All names have been removed to protect the guilty
"I used a dollar store loofah on my face like it was a spa-grade treatment.”
I thought I was exfoliating. I was actually committing skincare assault. Every. Damn. Day.
Toner? I thought it was just overpriced water. I literally skipped it for 15 years.
Used baby oil as ‘sunscreen’ during spring break in Mexico.
I wanted to ‘glisten.’ I got third-degree sunburn and a permanent memory of peeling like a croissant.
I put toothpaste on a zit once. Okay, more than once. Like… a lot.
Sure, it dried it out. It also gave me a flaky red halo of shame around it for a week.
I used my shampoo as face wash when I ran out. And conditioner when that ran out.
I didn’t even flinch. Just lathered it right on and told myself, ‘It’s all soap anyway.’ It is not.
If my skincare didn’t sting, I assumed it wasn’t working.
Was I treating acne or entering a chemical warfare experiment? Unclear.
I legit thought SPF was only for the beach. Like the sun didn’t exist Monday to Friday.
My 40-year-old face is now in a long-term situationship with sunscreen to make up for lost time.
I reused a makeup wipe. For three days. Don’t ask.
I thought I was being eco-conscious. I was just marinating my face in yesterday’s bacteria. Chic!
I slept in my makeup more often than I washed it off. And I thought I was low maintenance.
The truth? I was just lazy. And waking up with raccoon eyes and breakouts to prove it.
I didn’t touch skincare until 39. Then I panic-bought six serums and tried to use them all at once.
The purge was real. My skin was like, “Ma’am, we just met.”
If you’ve done even one of these things—welcome. You’re one of us now. We’re not here to preach perfection. We’re here to laugh, learn, and look damn good doing it.
Got a skincare confession of your own? I know you do.
We’re collecting the best (aka worst) for a special feature, and I want yours in there. Names will be changed to protect your dignity—but the laughs? Oh, they’re real.
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Because aging isn’t a crisis. It’s a damn adventure. Let’s own every messy, magical minute of it.
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