Unable to resist sales, I went around gallivanting to the nearest mall during my office lunch break. Ten minutes in and I end up at the cash register with an adorable polka dot top, fifty off and perfect for when I want to visit the market.
My officemate and partner-in-crime, whom I refer to fondly as my “big sister” scrutinized my purchase and said: “Well, I think it’s cute but you know, I never really thought polka dots would be back in fashion.”
Which seemed a little bit strange to me because polka dots seemed like a classic staple. It was the type of print that pin-up girls would have on their low-cut swimsuits. Polka dots are like stripes to me, it knows no season.
However, knowing full well that my opinions on fashion aren’t always correct, I asked a close friend via Blackberry Messenger for her opinion on whether polka dots should be considered as a trend or as a staple.
“A bit of both.” She responded. “It’s super trendy some seasons and just normal wear the rest of the time. Nothing too extreme unless it’s on your face–now that’s a faux pas.”
Obviously it was a joke. I’m sure my friend was making a witty reference to chicken pox or measles or maybe horrible acne but it certainly didn’t stop me from taking a peek at the mirror.
Lo and behold, a dark blemish smack-dab on my cheek.
I took a closer look and realized there was one more on my chin.
I am now, apparently, a walking advert for polka dots.
The thing is, before fashion, I was insecure about a lot of things. Not that I’m saying I’m no longer an insecure individual because that’s not true! I guess it’s just less obvious this time around because I’ve found other outlets to express myself and derive confidence from. Remember when I mentioned a few posts back that the source of my insecurities stemmed from back when I was a teen and was basically overweight?
Old but one of my favorite awesome portraits by Stanley Ong
So at the time, the only thing going for me was my face—which isn’t really exactly unpleasant to look at, if I do say so myself (my blog, my opinions). I assume people knew this, my friends did, and I guess the one who took it to heart was my dad, who took painstaking efforts in making sure I took care of my face well enough.
Every start of the month, he would comment on my oily face, blackheads and occasional pimples, and say: “Have you gotten a facial for this month?”
Obviously, I hadn’t and I’d like to keep it that way. Facials hurt like torture and no one wants to get tortured on a monthly basis. So my dad opted to just teach me how to take care of my face, handing me a variety of products to try out.
“You’re a teen so you’re prone to pimples. Once you get older, it’ll probably get better. For now, just cleanse, tone, and moisturize.” He said upon handing me his brand of choice for that quarter.
Obviously, I didn’t do the regimen as religiously as I should, thinking in five years, I wouldn’t have to deal with my oily skin and my pimples.
At twenty-three, I am still rather unfortunately oily although I don’t have full-blown acne (I don’t think I’ve ever had full-blown acne but I had a series of unfortunate break-outs back when I was in High School) but with all the demands of corporate work, mixed in with my love for cosmetics, and my rather unfortunate run-in with hormones, I still get the occasional huge zits—on my nose sometime, on my cheek, on my chin, or on my forehead.
It’s not that bad anymore, really, but with my line of profession, it’s mandatory for me to look presentable, well put-together, and clean, and so even the tiniest of zits will get me irritated and will have me trying to squeeze them out which will eventually lead me to wounding my face. Once it heals, it’ll leave an unsightly scar or dark spot that will take a long while to fade. For me, it’s somewhere along four to six weeks and being paranoid at this point, I would avoid piling it up with concealer fearing I would irritate it some more.
Like my photo on the Nivea Facebook page; photo by Patrick Uy
Thankfully, my friends and I got wound of Nivea Sparkling White Cleanser recently—perfectly timed for my hormonal and stressed-out self. Being a fan of Nivea in general, I liked how the product kept my face free from oil for quite a long time. With the absence of oil, I no longer dealt with the pimples but the best thing I got from it was that, it allowed said offensive dark spot on my cheek and chin to fade.
One week in, and the dark spots are not staggeringly visible! Coupled with the Sparkling White Oil Control Day Cream, I got the sparkling bright face I’ve always wanted (and sometimes only achieved) to give me the confidence to make my workplace my very own runway.