Q

Every morning and night, i slather my face in skincare. It has such a therapeutic effect on me.

I’ve always been a moisturizing maniac, but recently got my act together and sketched out a proper skincare plan. Toner, advancer, essence, lotion/night cream. There is something about the consistency, the structure, that appeals to my primal need for order and routine. That and also, good skin.

I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit that i look forward to my twice daily slather-session. You’re also speaking to the person who does lymphatic face massages on public transport all the time, so i may be more prone to face-touching than the average human.

At this point, i’d say that the process of skincare matters more to me than the absolute results.

This reminds me of what i told H just yesterday about my nails.

“I don’t actually care how my nails look. I just enjoy painting them. It’s so therapeutic.”

Is it a coincidence that i find peace in activities of feminine beautification? Is this the part where i discover my psychological well-being is dependent on patriarchal determinants of worth?

I don’t mind it that so much though.

Zen and beautiful are great things to be.