I left California last week for the heat of Dubai. In practice two long haul flights, the worlds worst sleep pattern and stress from wedding planning should automatically equal bad skin; the reality has unfortunately been even worse. I’m one of the lucky ones who calls two little hormonal spots a landslide breakout however the wrath my skin had planned for me upon my arrival was something else.
I normally pack an entire pharmacy with me (along with mountains of clothes, shoes for every occasion, enough hair tools to put Nicky Clarke to shame and more gym clothes you can shake a stick at), however in a bid to be a responsible adult (which I don’t recommend), I discarded all my frivolities and brought what I deemed to be a necessity. Boy was I wrong.
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