Recently, I found that I'd developed the skin of, shall we say, a middle-school student. This is an area I'd been lucky in, for the most part, so I was a bit taken aback. Zits, now, at less than a year away from the big 3-0? On my nose, next to my nose, etc. I want to leave some mystery, so let's say you know what a face looks like, and they were in many locations. What could it be? Stress from the slow march towards the (gulp) job market? The ten-trillion-step commute?
Thursday, October 04, 2012
And then I stopped to look at the neat new body-wash I'd been using, purchased at the supermarket in Heidelberg because it came in cool packaging and smelled nice, but also because I was under the possibly mistaken impression that it's sold at Whole Foods for much more. (What's almost as good as buying something not available at home? Things like this, which give you the illusion of somehow making up for the cost of getting abroad in the first place.) Anyway, so the second ingredient in this soap-ish product is sesame oil. Like what I put on stir-fry. I had, for a few weeks, been rubbing sesame oil onto my face, and instead of soap, at that. And, although I first noticed this on the German ingredients, I soon saw that right below it were the English-language ingredients. There, in English, were the words "sesame" and "oil."
Miracle of skin-care miracles, I stopped washing my face with sesame oil, and problem solved.