Nina Sljivo, Copywriter, Flawless by Friday
I’m sitting in the passenger seat and I’m staring at myself in the side mirror. Irritated, I turn to my dad and complain, “I’m 26 years old and I’m the only one out of all of my friends that still gets breakouts”. He looks at me with a reassuring smile and says, “Nina, everyone is different”.
That’s just it, isn't it? The uniqueness we possess can sometimes be a blessing and sometimes a curse. Some are lucky to possess this, others are unlucky to possess that. Unfortunately (for me), I’ve had “unique” skin my whole life - skin that gets “under my skin” and makes me weep.
Now, don’t you dare start with me. “Pfft, whole life? Does she mean when she was 17? That hardly counts as her “whole life”. No, no, no. I mean it. As soon as my body could muster up enough strength to plant one on my face, it did. I was 10 years old and I was gifted with the biggest pimple splat in the middle of my chin, noticeable and perfectly centred for all to gawk at.
I can’t tell you how many times during my adolescence I had thought, “once I’m an adult and puberty has left the building, I won't get pimples anymore”. Bulls***. They still show up, expecting a warm welcome from me. I sit there trying to recall every single thing I ate the night before or every single thing that could be to blame for this tiny monster on my face. Ready, set, go:
1. Maybe this pimple is a product of that chocolate I ate? 2. Didn’t I drink enough water this week?
3. Maybe I’m going to get my period?
4. Am I stressed?
5. Should I change my pillow covers?
6. No! I know what it is, I touched my face when my hands were really, really dirty!
Of course, sitting and reminiscing on these things doesn't change my current predicament. It could be one of those factors I listed above. Maybe it’s a combination of things. Or maybe none of them amount to this tiny mountain on my cheek. Here’s a rundown of my skin and what I do know for certain:
My t-zone is oily
I have acne scarring from years and years of picking at my skin
An uneven skin tone
A semi smooth surface (on good days)
The only time you'll ever catch me without make-up on is when I'm sleeping. My parents were astounded by how much effort I’d put into getting ready to go to the grocery store. It wasn’t like I was trying to impress the cashier or the guy stocking shelves with pasta sauce. I did it because it made me feel confident and beautiful.
This leads me to my next point, a much more positive point. Flawless by Friday is the first company that I have come across that is honest in its approach. Britt, the founder of this company, is a straight-shooter and a no non-sense kind of gal. She recognizes the spectrum of problems that can come with skin and understands that despite our unique differences, we all like to feel good on the inside and look nice on the outside. Her products aim to help skin heal from whatever its been suffering from.
Who doesn’t feel beautiful and more confident when their skin is cooperating? I know when it comes to me, my outer appearance always boosts my inner confidence. Yes, what’s on the inside counts, a lot, but sometimes the inside needs a little push from the exterior and I am 100% certain that that’s what Flawless by Friday is striving to do. So, if you’re looking for a little push, we’ve got you covered.