Washing your...

I feel the most beautiful when I wash off my makeup for the day. I love the way my face looks with just a little water on it. It’s so refreshing. And lately it has felt more like a treat than a chore.

I've always struggled with acne, and dark circles under my eyes so putting on makeup is a NECESSITY! I also have a very round face, thanks Dad! Actually my whole head. It’s pretty big. Every picture I see my first thought is “Wow. My head is so big.”

I'm not going to promote a product. Because fortunately, we are all different. My skin is so sensitive. It’s annoying. But its taken me years to figure what works and what doesn’t. I've tried tons and tons of things to clear up my face. And guess what. I still have acne. I still have spots. I still have dark circles. Such is life with my skin. I'm learning to appreciate my skin and have fun. I'm comfortable with my skin care routine because after trial and error, I still have acne. I'll probably be the only 80 year old with a zit. I still have dark circles, despite the probiotic, algae infused eye cream. That’s how I roll.

The only consistency, I like the way my face looks right after I wash it. It’s so soothing. It’s become a ritual that I really look forward too. I also love masks! Ok, here is a product that I will definitely recommend. So after a hard day, washing my face always helps me feel better. After a particularly rough therapy session, I came home, washed my face and did an oxygen infusing BUBBLE MASK!!! I have not laughed that hard in a really long time. Every second the mask was on, it grew! I had puffy cheeks! I had a witches chin! My nose looked like an apple! I was crying I was laughing so hard. I have no idea if the product worked. But the giggles sure did! The laughter was exactly what I needed. Laughter is my favorite medicine. Therapy can be heavy, and reliving that heaviness is the key to making it through.

What I thought would be a nice relaxing evening turned way better than I could have hoped for. Normally when I do a self care spa night, I like it to be quiet, and soothing. It’s very slow, there’s candles, warm water, lots of lotion. I like to give myself foot rubs, and hand rubs, weirdos. There’s a face mask involved, which is part of my self care. I really enjoy reading whats in them and what they can supposedly do for me. None of them have ever worked, but thats neither here nor there. But that is when I discovered the bubble mask. I’ve seen pictures, and for some reason I did not think they would be as bubbly for me, because again not a single mask has worked. The bubble mask delivered.

There is something so enormously funny about seeing your distorted face. I love filters on snapchat, I love the photo booth on Macs, I love looking in fun house mirrors. Seeing my face grow by every second, had me double over in laughter. It felt like I face planted a bowl of Pop Rocks. I let go of the heaviness from the day, I stopped thinking of what I was trying to process. I stopped taking myself seriously, and just laughed my ass off. I would stop and try and relax, but then I would catch a glimpse of myself and start laughing all over again. Don’t take yourself too seriously. There is a time and place for it, and if there is no reason to take yourself seriously. Don’t do it. It’s a trap.

I’ve learned there is a time and a place to process, and grieve, and lean into the pain. But there is also a time to let that go. I would ignore my feelings as much as possible, but what my therapist taught me, let the feelings flow. The only way to learn and grow is to understand what you’re feeling, and why it started. Because as I confessed last week, feelings are not just feelings. They stem from somewhere and the only way to heal is to deal with your life. Deal with the stuff that makes you uncomfortable, because peace is waiting for you on the other side. I would highly recommend a bubble mask to show you the fun side of life. It helped me connect with my inner child, little Dyanna. When I was little, I would look in front of the mirror and try to make myself laugh by making the funniest face I could. I would also try and scare myself in order to then take those faces and scare my younger brother. I obviously thought very highly of myself.

If you are a close friend of mine, I probably sent you a picture of this escapade. Please feel free to use them as my contact picture.