I spent a crazy amount of money on skin care products yesterday. Like, a bonkers amount. It’s stuff that will last a while, so I can break it down into monthly amounts in my head and feel sort of like it was sane, but really it wasn’t. I was far too vulnerable to a young, hard-selling woman who told me I deserved to look beautiful and gently rubbed thin…
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