I Thought DIY Skincare Would Fix My Face

I stood in my kitchen, mashing twelve avocados into a green paste, hoping this would be the thing that finally made my skin feel like mine again. I read somewhere that making your own oil was more 'pure,' more 'real.' But all I could think about was how tired I was—of hiding breakouts, of layering on serums that never seemed to do what they promised. My hands were sticky, the air smelled like old guacamole, and I kept checking my reflection in the microwave door. Was I doing this for my skin, or just for the hope that something—anything—might make me feel okay looking at myself? I squeezed the oil out, drop by drop, and wondered if I’d ever stop feeling like I needed to fix something. The truth is, I don’t even remember what my skin felt like before I started trying to change it. #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty