Alright, so you wanna know about this whole “beauty addict” thing I’ve got going on. It’s not what you probably think. I’m not hoarding makeup palettes or anything. For me, it started way back, just trying to figure things out, you know? My skin, especially, was a real piece of work for years.
The Wild Goose Chase
I remember just buying whatever was flashy or what someone, who probably knew less than me, recommended. Total chaos. My bathroom shelf? Looked like a science experiment gone wrong. I’d try one thing for a week, get impatient, then jump to the next miracle cream. One day it was some fancy French stuff, the next it was something I saw in a magazine that cost an arm and a leg. Did any of it work? Nope. Not really. Or if it did, it wouldn’t last. It was a cycle, really. Hope, spend money, try it, get disappointed, repeat. I was more addicted to the hope of finding something than actually finding it, I reckon.
Hitting the Brakes
Then one day, I just got fed up. Seriously. I looked at all the bottles and tubes and just thought, this is nuts. I’m spending all this cash, all this time, and my face still feels like a battlefield some days. So, I decided to do something drastic, for me anyway. I stopped. Everything.
I went back to absolute basics. Like, super basic. I picked up the mildest cleanser I could find, a no-frills moisturizer, and a sunscreen. That was it. My entire routine, shrunk down to three things. I told myself I’d stick to just this for a whole month, no cheating, no sneaking in some “wonder serum.”
Finding My Groove
And you know what? It wasn’t a miracle overnight, but things started to calm down. My skin wasn’t as angry. It felt… less stressed. It was a real eye-opener. I realized I’d been throwing so much at it, it never had a chance to just be.
This is where the “addict” part kinda kicks in, but in a good way. Once things settled, I started to re-introduce things, but one at a time. Super slow. Like, if I thought I needed a bit more hydration, I’d research a simple hydrating serum, try only that new thing for a few weeks, and really pay attention to how my skin reacted.
- Did it feel better?
- Any new breakouts?
- Did it actually do what it promised?
If it worked, it stayed. If it didn’t, or if it caused any weirdness, out it went. No regrets, no “maybe if I just use less.” Gone. This methodical approach, this testing and observing, that’s what I got hooked on. The process of finding what truly works for me, not what someone else says should work.
The “Collection” Today
So now, my “beauty collection” is pretty small, pretty boring to some, I guess. But every single thing in it has earned its place. I know exactly what it does, why I use it, and that my skin is cool with it. It’s not about having the most, it’s about having the right. And yeah, I’m still always looking, always curious, but I approach it way differently now. It’s less of a frantic search and more of a careful, considered exploration. That’s my kind of beauty addiction – the addiction to figuring it out and sticking with what works. Feels pretty good, to be honest.
