I Don’t Use Face Wash
In high school, I always washed my face with shampoo in the shower and never broke out.
Now, if this was correlated to the shampoo working its wonders on my pores or a lack of stress-induced hormones wreaking havoc on my skin, it is a question for the ages.
When I got out of college and started my first job, I decided I would pay high-dollar money for the “good stuff.”
I went all in with the seven-step skincare routine morning and night, and I loved the pamper session, but I always felt like it wasn’t doing anything for me.
I used it religiously, and I just never felt clean.
You know that fresh and tight feeling after a good face scrub?
Yeah, I wasn’t feeling that.
So, I ditched the high-end products and went back to my roots.
I wash my face with shampoo in the shower.
I’m sure there’s a science behind why that’s not the best thing for you, but it works for me.
In a world where we have high-end products marketed on every social platform, it’s easy to think, “I have to use this to have good skin,” while those products do work for some, the real question is, does it work for you?
I remember on a bachelorette trip a few years back, I felt this weird shame when everyone whipped out their night-time skincare products and were chatting about it, and I was like, “Um, I use shampoo.”
The “No ways” and “I could never” made me feel like an alien and like I had to change what worked for me to fit in and contribute to the conversation, but the truth was, I just didn’t see the point.
I was glad those products worked for them and encouraged them in their choices, but my drugstore shampoo did the trick, and I was okay with that.
I’ve learned that you will be questioned and judged for anything you do in this life, so whether it’s buying a yellow car or using shampoo for face wash, you might as well do whatever works for YOU.
In reality, life is a lot like washing your face; there are a gazillion ways to do it, but if it’s not authentic to YOU and ONLY YOU, you’re doing it wrong regardless of how you do it.
XX, Kaela
