Have you ever wanted to clear your pores out so badly, that you literally scrape your skin off with your nails trying to get that one ridiculously blocked pore? It's terrible enough to admit doing that, but to also have repeated this act on numerous occasions is just embarrassing.
The process always starts off simple enough...
Wash face, brush teeth, maybe floss a little, look at some face products and then get up REAL CLOSE to the mirror to start the ritual of pore excavating. Sometimes this involves using your tongue or face muscles to stretch out facial areas thereby uncovering even more hidden clogged pores. This act is never pre-meditated, but almost always a "fly by" decision as you finish brushing your teeth. Smiling really big in the mirror to be sure your teeth are EXTRA sparkly clean, something catches your eye. You stretch out your chin and (GASP!) expose fifty hidden clogged pores. Now you are determined to clean house. Using techniques your grandmother has passed down from her grandmother's grandmother (and so on), you carefully perform surgery.
Once complete, and feeling quite good about the money you just saved yourself from not having to get a facial, your productive feeling suffers a brief pause. Wait, maybe there is more to this one clog? This clogged pore is like that toilet clog that your four year old caused by using a full roll of TP in her "wiping" escapade. After an hour of seriously working your arm in a tug of war with the plunger and toilet, it notoriously fools you it's now clear, but then mysteriously comes back to a state of full clog instantaneously. Tricky clogged pore is very much the same. Gentle pressure techniques seem to work, and you're about to turn away, when you try again for giggles... and there's more in there? WHAM! In a flash you are transported back in time to the day you got your hands on the soft serve ice cream dispenser and with wondering eyes whirled the soft ooze to your hearts delight. Out of sheer amazement that your pore can hold that much in, you try again... MORE?!?! It's like a treasure hunt now, and you're addicted with each pore gem that is revealed. Herein lies the onset of the downward pore unclogging spiral. Once your addicted - you can't stop. You would willingly run through a thorn bush and bathe in boiling lemon juice before you would stop pecking at your face. What started as a gentle pressure, worsened to a squeeze, and quickly escalated to a full on flesh scraping facial with a vice-like grip from a bad horror film. Apparently stabbing and slicing off your face with your finger nail is more efficient than a clay and avocado mask.
At the end of this downward spiral you are left broken and appalled at your own grotesque, red, swollen, and pocked reflection. Crescent moon slice marks all over your face, open bleeding crater holes where there was nothing before, and a serious acknowledgment that you need to find a hobby.
The process always starts off simple enough...
Wash face, brush teeth, maybe floss a little, look at some face products and then get up REAL CLOSE to the mirror to start the ritual of pore excavating. Sometimes this involves using your tongue or face muscles to stretch out facial areas thereby uncovering even more hidden clogged pores. This act is never pre-meditated, but almost always a "fly by" decision as you finish brushing your teeth. Smiling really big in the mirror to be sure your teeth are EXTRA sparkly clean, something catches your eye. You stretch out your chin and (GASP!) expose fifty hidden clogged pores. Now you are determined to clean house. Using techniques your grandmother has passed down from her grandmother's grandmother (and so on), you carefully perform surgery.
Once complete, and feeling quite good about the money you just saved yourself from not having to get a facial, your productive feeling suffers a brief pause. Wait, maybe there is more to this one clog? This clogged pore is like that toilet clog that your four year old caused by using a full roll of TP in her "wiping" escapade. After an hour of seriously working your arm in a tug of war with the plunger and toilet, it notoriously fools you it's now clear, but then mysteriously comes back to a state of full clog instantaneously. Tricky clogged pore is very much the same. Gentle pressure techniques seem to work, and you're about to turn away, when you try again for giggles... and there's more in there? WHAM! In a flash you are transported back in time to the day you got your hands on the soft serve ice cream dispenser and with wondering eyes whirled the soft ooze to your hearts delight. Out of sheer amazement that your pore can hold that much in, you try again... MORE?!?! It's like a treasure hunt now, and you're addicted with each pore gem that is revealed. Herein lies the onset of the downward pore unclogging spiral. Once your addicted - you can't stop. You would willingly run through a thorn bush and bathe in boiling lemon juice before you would stop pecking at your face. What started as a gentle pressure, worsened to a squeeze, and quickly escalated to a full on flesh scraping facial with a vice-like grip from a bad horror film. Apparently stabbing and slicing off your face with your finger nail is more efficient than a clay and avocado mask.
At the end of this downward spiral you are left broken and appalled at your own grotesque, red, swollen, and pocked reflection. Crescent moon slice marks all over your face, open bleeding crater holes where there was nothing before, and a serious acknowledgment that you need to find a hobby.