I Like It When Some Famous People Lie, Actually
Celebrities ranked by how likely I am to use their skincare lines.
I am in the middle of a breakout, which means: every minute of every day I am brainstorming opportunities to slather more retinol on my face. (This is not, “medically,” advised.) A triptych of zits has signed a lease on my right cheek, and I am waging war.
Acne is so disheartening, deflating, defeating. I internalize it completely: after all I’ve done for her — all the facials, all the serums, all the creams and drops, pills and potions, acids and chemicals, and the full suite of Dr. Dennis Gross products in my medicine cabinet — my skin betrays me. My skin is the longest relationship of my life and yet the most unfaithful; every major milestone in my life has been accompanied by a breakout. I moved to New York with one six years ago; I returned from LA with one a month ago. I’ve burned off the top layer of my skin more than once — lol — but nothing makes me feel so completely powerless than not being able to stop new bu…
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