When I was a little girl, I remember watching my grandmother and, eventually, my mom put on their face creams as part of their nightly rituals. Whether sitting at their vanity or standing gracefully over their bathroom counters, these ladies obviously had their lives together (or so it seemed that way to younger-me). They would radiate confidence. So sure of themselves. So in control. So… beautiful. But for the life of me, I cannot remember either of them using any face oils. They may have, but I still really can’t...

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