Not sure what’s going on with my skin this summer, but it’s like I’ve hit a second puberty. Case in point: My face broke out more in the past week than it had all last year. Needless to say, I’m an oily, shiny mess. And after feeling extra greasy this morning, I decided to bring out the big guns, my jumbo tub of Noxzema. As I massaged my skin, that distinctive menthol, camphor, and eucalyptus tingle was like a wake up call on my face–why haven’t I cracked open this jar for so long (and is this cleanser still good even though it’s at least five years old)?
Inhaling the familiar medicinal scent was like a sage smudge stick, wiping away all the cobwebs in my sinuses and bringing me straight back to my adolescent years. You see, my mom considered Noxzema a cosmetic cure-all, slathering it on my bruises, bug bites, and sunburns. And I have to admit, the stuff really does work. For the first time in weeks, my skin feels fresh again. It’s nice to know that some things never change.