I stared at my face in the mirror. I leaned over the sink and dragged my fingers around my face examining my pores. They had become so clogged. My face was speckled with hundreds of blackheads.
I had tried numerous natural remedies, but none worked.
Finally I had decided to give a pore strip kit a try. It came with eight strips, a cleanser, and a toner.
The instructions said to use the cleanser first.
I bent over the sink and dampened my face with lukewarm water. I opened the little blue bottle and squirted some of the cleanser into my hand.
It smelled minty and had a smooth, luxurious texture, like I hoped my face would have afterward.
I gently smeared the cleanser over my face and rubbed in circles for two minutes, like the instructions told me to.
My face tingled lightly as I could feel the cleanser loosening the gunk that had become trapped beneath my skin.
I rinsed with more lukewarm water then attached the pore strip. It spanned from one cheek to another crossing over my nose. I attached another one to my forehead and a third to my chin.
I set a timer and waited patiently for thirty minutes. The gentle tingle continued as I counted down the minutes. I hoped I would be granted the satisfaction I felt I deserved.
Finally the timer went off. I returned to the sink and chuckled at how ridiculous my face looked all patched with pore strips.
I slowly peeled the one from my forehead off, as that was where most of the blackheads were. My heart raced with the disturbing anticipation of needing to examine the carnage.
I hoped it had worked.
It had! I looked down to the pore strip in my hands and saw an abundance of blackheads stuck to the paper.
I brought it closer to my face then dropped it into the sink as I felt myself get nauseous.
It wasn’t because of how disgusting it looked.
It was because the blackheads I had pulled out were wriggling on the strip, attached by their black heads.