You’re on a first date.
So pumped. Nervous and a bit sick, too. You’ve been crushing on this dude for months.
It’s a blanket of angry, lumpy pustules that clod up into a clumpy mess when you try to hide them with 16 layers of greasy concealer.
As long as he doesn’t look at me…
What to Do When Your Acne Is Running the Show
If the diner is well lit, you can’t let him get too close or he’ll see.
Or what about waking up next to him in the morning?
Did you sleep in your shroud of foundation so he didn’t see the uneven scarring along your jawline?
Did you wake up extra early, so you could swallow your skin up with more facepaint, so that when he made you pancakes you could eat them and laugh and joke like you’re not mortified by the state of your epidermis?
Or what about him?
I mean, as a guy, he doesn’t even have the option to wear foundation.
Because if he did, that’d mean he was totally gay and weird and society simply couldn’t accept a man wearing make-up to cover his zits, right?
(For the record, I think all dudes should be able to wear whatever the H they want, glitter included).
Cover Girl just ain’t gonna cut it
When Acne Begins to Ruin Your Life
This was me. For years. Through dates, boyfriends, weddings (even my own wedding), and years of marriage.
Avoiding the light that might reveal my carefully hidden secrets.
Not allowing my husband to cup my face in his lovely hands because he might smudge my carefully constructed veneer.
Wearing make-up to bed, covering my face with pillows in the morning till I could dash to the bathroom and carry out damage control.
I spent years, YEARS, trying to control my acne – and by control, I just mean reducing it to a manageable state. I wasn’t even asking for beautiful skin. Just mostly free of the crustiest pimples, please.
I tried everything.
Creams, serums, pastes, natural, over-the-counter, chemical, muds, masks, ointments, cheap, expensive, complicated.
I saw doctors, dermatologists, naturopaths, acupuncturists.
I even took Accutane, which damaged my liver and was a monumental mistake.
The Life Changing Discovery
When I was 23, I discovered 2 things.
And they CHANGED MY LIFE.
I don’t like sensational statements overmuch, but let me say again, they CHANGED MY LIFE.
I went from Pizza Face Princess (for 12 years!) to having totally, completely, and 100% clear skin.
Free of pustules, papules, redness, swelling, scabbing, puss filled mess.
In recent years, because I am so passionate about skin, I trained up and became an esthetician and skin specialist. I briefly worked in a cosmetic clinic and part of my pay was a commission based scheme based on how many products I could push onto clients.
So many people came to me, desperate for acne solutions.
Naturally, I had a cupboard full of expensive “remedies” that were chemical laden cocktails of half baked promises.
I knew that.
But they were desperate.
And more than willing to try anything.
Maybe you’ve been there.
I know I have.
The truth is, I had to quit the skin business, because it was a system of lies.
It was cheap synthetics dressed up as a fashionable fix. Businesses wanting to capitalize on your desperation without actually curing your problems.
Even a lot of the so-called “natural” products are guilty of over-promising, under-delivering, over-charging and under-regulating the safety of ingredients.
No more, babies.
Anna’s Miracle Cure for Acne
I offer you this free advice because you deserve to have beautiful skin.
From a qualified professional.
And a caring friend.
It only requires 3 ingredients, and bit of time.
And it doesn’t cost the earth.
And it’s totally safe and absolutely natural.
The one no one wants you to know about. The one that has been hidden from you your whole life.
This is a personal endorsement.
I am not an affiliate beneficiary.
I get nothing from these recommendations besides the pure satisfaction of knowing you will no longer have to worry about whether or not she sees the third eye growing between your brows, or cut your hair in a specific way to hide as much of your face as possible.
No jokes, folks – this Miracle Cure for Acne for real
Take back your confidence today.
You never know.
Might just change your life forever.
But before we begin, one final note:
Stop using the pink foamy cleansers, toners, exfoliants, chemicals, and blah. Just stop. You can read my published article for an in depth look into why.
You got this.
Tell me. Do you wear make-up to bed every night to hide from your partner? Do you have to spend 26 hours covering up hideous acne with out-of-date concealer? Have you had spots on your face since you were born?