I wanted to love you. And most days I do. But WHY WON’T YOU STICK TO MY FACE???

Let’s get this straight. The formula? Chef’s kiss.

When the patch sticks, it calms. It heals. It makes me feel like I have my life together at 3AM after doom-scrolling and panicking about tomorrow’s breakout.

BUT.

That’s a BIG ‘when.’

Because sometimes — especially on my chin, where I actually break out the most — this patch just gives up on life.

I’ll wake up, look in the mirror, and the patch is folded in half like it’s done with me.

Or worse, it’s GONE. Missing. Vanished into the night like my self-control around dairy.

And I KNOW it’s because of my chubby cheeks and jawline curves, but STILL.

Be better. Be stronger. Be STICKIER.

I tried pressing down for longer, drying my skin, cursing gently under my breath…

Eventually I just started saving them for flat areas. Like the middle of my forehead. Because that’s all I can trust now.

That said, when it works, it’s GOOD.

It doesn’t irritate, and it’s thin enough to hide under makeup. I’ll probably repurchase, because I’m stubborn and optimistic and addicted to pimple patches like a millennial is to oat milk.

But please. Bioheal. Give me a clinger.