Kara Jo’s Story

Middle school is the worst, especially when you have giant zits all over your face.  That’s when it all went downhill for me: hormones, peer pressure, and an embarrassing case of acne.  Through the years, I visited all kinds of doctors and tried all kinds of medicines. There were refrigerated creams that made my face a flaky mess, and pills that turned my body into a chemically infested battleground.  I had side effects for days, but clear skin trumped all, and without even realizing it, I was sacrificing my body for it.  Without a thought, I also sacrificed my wallet.  I bought and trashed countless bottles that promised beauty, but never fully delivered.

It’s funny: my whole life I thought, "I’m so glad I was born in the 20th century because what did women with acne do before all these medicated products?”  What a fool.  I had no idea that the remedy for beautiful skin was right in front of me: it was in my kitchen and growing in my garden; it was in the wildflowers and on the forest floors; it was what women had been using for ages.  Didn’t the people of France guillotine Marie Antoinette for lavishly bathing in milk and honey?  All I knew of famously beautiful Cleopatra was that she soaked herself in olive oil.  It took me 20 years after middle school, but I joined these women of history in their knowledge of natural beauty and I want to share it with everyone!

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