My name is Bryony,2020欧洲杯体育投注开户 and I am obsessed with skincare. I always have been. Long before there was a wrinkle on my face, I loved the smell of the cream that wafted off my mother’s cheeks as she came to kiss me goodnight – it was the smell of serenity, the smell of safety. ‘Cleanse, tone and moisturise’ was a mantra I stuck to from the moment I was old enough to walk to Boots and spend my pocket money on a cheap own- brand set. I loved the routine, which made me feel grown-up. But then, as I actually grew up, I started to see my obsession with skincare as problematic. I was in my 20s: did I really need to be slathering anti-ageing products on my young face?
2020欧洲杯体育投注开户My relationship with beauty became a guilty one. Should I, as a feminist, be falling for this claptrap? I used this as an excuse to abandon my skincare routine, when in reality I was just too drunk and chaotic to have any routine at all. I would fall into bed with my make-up on, and then – depending on my energy levels in the morning – either pile more on top or scrub it off and start again. I was not interested in looking after myself, just destroying myself.
When I got sober almost three years ago, I rediscovered skincare – if only, at first, because my face exploded in cystic acne caused by detoxing the alcohol out of my system. But I soon became reabsorbed in the comforting routine of it. At night, I would cleanse, tone and moisturise, proud of myself for another day not in chaos, and in the morning, the serum and the SPF I would massage into my face became a sort of statement of my intent to look after myself. My attitude to skincare changed once more.
I realised that for me, it is not about making myself look better. It is about making myself feel better. I refuse to buy anything that is marketed in a way that makes me feel worse about myself, the kind of product that tells me I would be a better person if I could just get rid of my crow’s feet. I have crow’s feet. I do not need to get rid of them. But I do want to care for myself, and so my dressing table is lined with lovely smelling face oils that remind me, in the cringeworthy words of Jennifer Aniston, that I am worth it.
2020欧洲杯体育投注开户I am friends with the women who work in my nearest Space NK; in the evening, I love nothing more than catching up on the latest posts in the Caroline Hirons Skincare Freaks group on Facebook. The things I learn! I am not so bothered by make-up – cannot remember the last time I wore it – but you will never, ever part me from my range of cleansers, toners, serums and moisturisers (and do not even get me started on my Light Salon Boost LED mask, which, despite making me look like Jason from Halloween when I wear it, always, always sends me into a deeply relaxed state). To me, skincare is a level of self-care I previously didn’t have. I don’t use it to stop myself from looking old, quite the opposite. I want to live until I am old and wrinkly, and my skincare routine reminds me of that.