The Pondering Grapefruit
a blog of moments
When it comes to taking care of my body, my face in particular, I have used a facial wash (usually Clean & Clear with microbeads, which are horrible for the environment btw) followed by moisturizer. Since the onset of puberty, I have followed this ritual every morning and every night.
Recently, I had a good friend visit me from Berlin and stay with me for a while. I let her use my facewash, and she told me that it made her face feel like it was burning. "I know this is supposed to feel clean," she said, "but it's just painful."
Since she left I started to question why I was using facewash so much. I had the terrible suspicion that I had probably been brainwashed by cosmetic companies to think that I needed four different types of creams, toners, face washes, and powders for each part of my face if wanted to have clear skin.
After this train of thought, I considered using oils on skin in lieu of everything else. This is what my friend does, and she has beautiful skin. Yet, she is not the only one I know who does this. About a year ago, I met a woman in her fifties that had skin more beautiful than mine. I asked her what her secret was, and she told me that she rubs olive oil on her face every night.
So, for the past few weeks I have been doing just that: in the morning I wash my face with just water. Then I dip a cotton ball with a bit of extra virgin olive oil and wipe it over my face and neck. The water prevents my face from getting super greasy. My skin loves the oil. It's been getting much smoother and radiant, to the extent that my boyfriend touched my face once and was mesmerized by how soft the skin was.
Recently, I tried using face wash and lotion again. The chemicals of the facial wash were acrid and harsh, and the lotion felt like plastic pudding. It looks like the olive oil is going to have a permanent place in the bathroom cabinet.
About this Blog
I have no idea how to describe what my writing is about. I just write. I post when I can, which can be weekly or monthly depending on where the universe is taking me. As for the Grapefruit, my Vietnamese nickname, Buoi, means grapefruit.