My face does not belong to Noxzema, but at one point—it sure did.
Acne straight-up sucks, there’s no two ways.
I dealt with breakouts here and there when I was an adolescent and a teen—but for some fakakta reason, all hell broke loose when I was thirty-one. Thirty. One. What? At that time, for about a year, I was plagued by cystic hormonal acne and had …
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