Are you not satisfied?
I think we can all agree that face masks are essentially useless. I’ve never met a miracle face mask that delivered on all of its promises of soothing and clarifying. My oily-combo skin is skeptical every time I scoop and apply a new mask onto my face.
The real fun of a face mask is waiting for it to dry and then feeling your face skin tighten. So that even when your cat and your husband make fun of you for looking like Hangyodon, the joy of seeing the cracks and crumbles on your skin far outweighs their jokes.
This is the adult version of putting Elmer’s glue on the palm of your hand and then peeling it off.
Mmmm. Satisfaction.
Maybe this green tea clay mask is improving the tone and texture of my skin. I can’t say for sure, but I do know that it is improving my soul. Seeing it crack as I move my mouth in circles brings me joy in a place far deeper than my epidermis—my nucleus.
Say 'crack' one more time.
