In Praise of an Unsung Hero
Like all the really great friends in this world, you aren't an attention-seeker. You wait there, patient and mild, for me to screw something up and come wailing to you for help. Quiet. Reliable. And always there when I need you.
Any time I get a little sunburned, or windburned, or too dry. Any time I get too vigorous with a facial scrub or learn the hard way that an AHA peel is too strong. Any time my hormones decide it would be funny to make my chin break out like a teenager while my forehead slowly dries out until it looks like a closeup of the Gobi Desert. When the season changes and all the moisture leaves the atmosphere, causing me to shrivel up into the Bride of the Cryptkeeper.
I pull you down from the shelf and let you erase my mistakes. Hydrating, repairing, soothing. Keeping everything calmed long enough to heal up.
I love you, Dermasil Oatmilk Restorative Serum. You da real GOAT.