There’s a weird quiet that comes after you stop chasing flawless skin.
No more hoping your pores will disappear in the mirror.
No more checking for glow in every selfie.
No more panic over one dry patch like it’s a moral failing.
For me, this shift didn’t happen overnight.
It happened after three months of trying to “treat” what was probably just seasonal dehydration.
After two vitamin C serums. One new toner pad. A failed oil cleanser experiment. And a few random stress breakouts.
Then one day I looked in the mirror and thought,
“Oh. This is just my skin.”
Not broken. Not behind. Not waiting to be fixed.
Just… existing. Functioning. Being skin.
Now I use what feels good. I skip steps without guilt. I don’t log everything I use anymore.
And weirdly? I think my skin looks better now than when I was trying harder.
Letting go of goals doesn’t mean you give up.
It just means you give your skin a chance to exist without being a project.