#That girl aesthetic skin

I was tired of trying to look like someone who I wasn’t.

Among other things, 2021 was the year most of my products expired, and I didn’t clamor to buy more. I was afraid of hugs and humidity, and it was taxing. I wanted to look effortless, natural, French, but instead, I looked like I was wearing makeup. For the past decade, I have spent a decade and a small fortune trying to find products to cover up hyperpigmentation, hide dark circles, and give me the radiance of lost youth. But like any toxic relationship, that didn’t stop me from piling on products for the sake of my vision of who I should be.

#That girl aesthetic skin

What I didn’t account for was my lack of bone structure, eyebrows that grow long into my eyes, skin that splits if it thinks a product has more than three ingredients, and the joys of dermatillomania.' Mascara and tinted moisturizer were fond childhood memories that I associated with the long torso ass tanktops of Abercrombie and Hollister. In theory, I could create a flawless cut-crease, bake, and beat my face. By the time my 18th birthday rolled around, I'd graduated summa cum laude from YouTube University’s School of Beauty. But after puberty hit, and I began to shave my legs daily, I became interested in a more polished version of myself to match my smooth shins. Walgreens gave way to mall counters, and I eventually entered the hallowed aisles of Sephora. For years, the only thing that could impose change was the relentless sun of Florida summer, something that I would embrace as a way to hide my normal undertone that could be described as jaundice. 'I never thought that I had sensitive skin.