Right after a few days, it was Thanksgiving and we were visiting our family in Connecticut. Everyone was there. We were all sitting together and my mom’s sister came up to me and started telling me how her skin had started changing when she was my age.
I’m not exaggerating but after that day, I had started hiding more under makeup. I had started seeing myself differently. Everywhere I went, whatever I read, I could see my insecurities laughing at me.
I stopped attending parties, stopped showing up for social events or meeting anyone I wasn’t comfortable with. My confidence was shot. I was so ashamed of all the blemishes, dark spots, and pigmentation that were appearing and becoming more prominent day by day.
But honestly, I didn’t want to be a victim. I never had been. I was always a person, who, if stuck in a problem, learned how to pull herself out of it.
So I started reading a lot about how the skin mechanism works, the reason behind these rapid changes. I found something that made my jaw drop! (literally!)