This post is sponsored by TruAge. All thoughts are my own.

There’s skin, and then there’s my Teflon skin, the latter of which I put through the wringer every day. It’s okay though, because it takes the Jean-Claude Van Damme of skin to saunter from scrub to rub, oil to cream cleanser, and oxygen to clay mask at the drop of a hat.

That’s the skin on my face. The skin on my body, on the other hand, is a lot less Jean-Claude and a little more Jean-Luc, in that it’s incredibly responsive and a bit of a nerd, two attributes you’ll also need to possess in order to understand that “Star Trek” reference. On my legs, mosquito bites balloon into baseballs; burned oil marks my forearms; my torso is often itchy and spotted red for no good reason other than haters gonna hate.

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