My beauty story started, probably not unlike many of yours, running naked on the beach like any French child in the eighties. I remember my mother, in the distance, smoking with her best friend as she was indolently looking over at us from her towel, and slathered in Soleil Noir.
Soleil Noir was a tanning lotion that was all about the tan and provided zero protection.
Little did I know that forty years later, I would be in my bathroom, cursing merde!!! at my mirror, for all the sun I had enjoyed at that time was now showing up as dreaded sun spots.
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Our skin is ever changing, that’s a fact.
And if most of its destiny is already written in our DNA, we know very well that our lifestyle has a tremendous impact on it.
And you know what?
I’m totally cool with it.
Aging is not such a bad price to pay for a life well lived, if you think about it. I am not the type of person that could live under a dome anyway. Running naked in the sun, under very low parental surveillance, gorging yourself with vit…