I’m addicted to olive oil, I admit it. While usually that would include something with food, this time it doesn’t. Shocking, I know.
When I moved to Durham, my 34 year old skin was starting to look like a little saggy and dried up. When Liz told me that I needed to wash my face with olive oil, I swore that she was nuts.
“You want me to wash…my face…with oil? Nope, not going to happen.”
Two weeks later, I accepted that Greeks bathe in this stuff, so it couldn’t be that bad.
Skip ahead five months later, and my skin has never looked so good. In fact, I’d say “olive it.” As someone who longed for a bed time routine and the desire to wash my face consecutively, this cleanse is the answer to my prayers.
My skin looks improved. I’m in a routine and happily addicted to olive oil.
Find out more, here. Just don't be scared of castor oil.
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