Clean. It seems to be the word of the decade. Clean eating, clean living, and now clean beauty. The problem is, no one can seem to agree on what it actually means. Ask one person, and it means washing with soap and lukewarm water and using coconut oil as a moisturizer. Ask another and it means going makeup free. Ask for a third opinion, and be informed that it means everything that touches your skin should be 100% natural.
So what the heck is it? What is ‘clean’?
That, my dears, is the conundrum.
Clean beauty is…well, subjective. There are
Sixteen years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with my youngest. My husband called me on his way to work, said to turn on the news, and I watched the towers fall. Sixteen years ago, a friend was supposed to be on one of those planes. By the grace of God, he caught an earlier flight and was safe. Sixteen years ago, a friend’s husband was supposed to be at a meeting in the twin towers and was running late for the first time in his life. He was safe. Some of his colleagues weren’t. Sixteen years ago, firefighters, policemen, and people from the street worked frantically to save as many as they could.
Today we remember and honor the lost, the rescuers, and the survivors. Today we remember what hatred can do, and how love responds. Today we choose love.
Body odor. It’s an odd thing to make a list about. But when you sell a natural deodorant cream, people expect you to know things. Weird things. Disturbing things. Gross things. Things that once known can never be unknown…
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
So in honor of all things sweaty and stinky, here are 10 things you may not (want) to know about B.O.
If I were Shakespeare, I would continue on with “…That is the question.”
But I am not Shakespeare, and it’s really not a question.
Preservatives have gotten a bad reputation. And let’s be honest, many of them deserve it.
Go into your local store and you see it. Row upon row of beautifully packaged potions all claiming to ‘Reduce visible signs of aging!’, or ‘Erase fine lines and wrinkles!’ or some other phrase designed to make you insecure and shell out mega bucks for the promise of looking eternally young.
I admit, I’m a sucker for those fancy packages and slick marketing.
I gaze on them, pick them up and read all the wonderful descriptions and fancifully named active ingredients, dream about having the perfect, wrinkle free, smooth skin that only this product…or maybe that one…or what about this system?…can provide. But why?