Originally published March 2020 · Updated to reflect current practices and understanding This post is part of an ongoing clean living series documenting what actually held up in our home from 2020 onward. In 2020, like many people, I was cleaning more than usual. What I didn’t fully understand at the time was how much
Originally published March 2020 · Restored + updated 2026 Editor’s note (2026): I wrote the first version of this in 2020 when I was waking up to how much “clean living” marketing is basically performance art. Some brands and details have changed since then. The framework hasn’t: reduce high-exposure inputs first, keep it calm, and
So… here we are. I’ve officially fallen down the clean-living rabbit hole — and honestly? I didn’t jump. I face-planted right in. If you’ve been following my saga of food sensitivities, autoimmune weirdness, ER visits, and “why does everything burn my face?” moments, this probably won’t surprise you. But something shifted these past few weeks,
Hey friends, let’s talk melasma… and the mustache-that-wasn’t. So, here’s the truth: When my melasma first showed up, it did not gently announce itself. Nope. It marched right across my upper lip like a hormonal little soldier and gave me the appearance of a pubescent teenage boy mustache. Even waxed. Even freshly exfoliated. Even prayed