I have such awful skin; it doesn't matter what magic serum they think they're putting on - I'll usually break out.
We live in a quick-fix society where we need instant gratification for everything. Too fat? Get lipo-sucked. Stringy hair? Glue on extensions. Wrinkles and lines? Head to the beauty shop for a pot of the latest miracle skin stuff. It's all a beautiful £1 billion con foisted upon insecure women by canny cosmetic conglomerates.
Having social media does open you up to trolling, and mine is always about my skin.
I wish I don't tan. I dread the thought of shooting on the beach.
Like most girls, I suffered from pimples, too. I tried dozens of treatments but was never satisfied with any.
My biggest issue is hyperpigmentation and evening out my skin tone.
Generally, I'm quite chilled about my looks, but I'm gutted if my skin's bad.
I have combination skin so if I wear too thick foundation, I can feel it sliding off in areas, and then I'm conscious of it all day.
I'm definitely hesitant wearing shorts during the summer. Like for a pale person, you know, summer - everyone in the world is so excited for summer, but pale people, we're just like, oh no.
