Skin that Shines like a Diamond

So the other day, I bought make up. While this might not seem like a momentous occasion for a 28 year old woman to be buying make up, let me inform you that the last time I bought make up was for my wedding 4 years ago. And the only reason I went out and purchased make up was because my sister-in-law worked for Clinique and gave me some things she got for free so I could exchange them for what I wanted. I don't know if that really qualifies as "buying" make up, but I did actually have to shop for it. Wearing make-up has always been a mystery to me. I know when I was 12 I couldn't wait to wear make up, but by the time I got to high school, it was really more trouble that it was worth. Plus I was dancing for many hours after school and nothing is grosser than watching someone's flesh-colored sweat drip off their face. Eww, it looks like your face is melting. So I pretty much stopped using it except for "one night stands", where the make up goes on for a few hours for a special occasion or a performance. It's been more than 10 years since I put on make up on a daily basis and I would like to report that 3 days in a row I have put on foundation and blush. What can I say, I got a BOGO deal at CVS.

The real reason I have started wearing it is that I have suddenly regained the skin of a 13 year old. The deal is that since I went off the b.c. I have remembered why I went on the b.c. to begin with, to control the bumps on my face after a typical encounter with my mother. My freshman year in college, my mom came to visit me at school and mentioned that I might want to go to the dermatologist the next time I came home. Apparently, my 13 year old self was resurfacing through my skin. The reason I stopped using medications in college was that I am a redhead and my skin actually reflects the sunlight. I burn with about 20 minutes of sun exposure if I forget my sunscreen (which don't worry, I wear all the time). Adding topical stuff to my face with a warning that said, "may cause increased sensitivity to sunlight" was pretty much like rubbing Crisco on my skin. A walk to the mailbox might result in third degree burns. So my solution to this opportunity was to tell my mom that I heard from some of my friends that b.c. can make your acne better. I don't think that was the response she was looking for, but whatever, killing two birds with one stone and avoided a different awkward conversation with my mom. I'm happy to say that that method has worked until now, when I'm not taking them anymore. Aren't you supposed to grow out of these things? My husband suggested that once I get knocked up, the acne will go away, but I think that will seem like the least of my issues once I am preggers.