Back down to the drugstore, I went, and variations of creams, gels, pads, strips, and wipes were purchased, each creating more trouble than the last.

Every time I shopped, I was ever more drawn to the makeup section with its gleaming bottles and colorful promises.

The model’s picture smiled out to me that I too could have beautiful, radiant skin, no strings attached with the introduction of foundation and concealer.

I happily took my basket to the counter and smiled as I delightfully handed over my hard earned babysitting money. I slathered and covered and forgot about the ugliness I felt underneath with my cover girl cocktail.

Ultimately, I am not sure what was worse, the patches of red from my nose to my chin, or the orange line left on the side of my jaw and hairline from my caked on Wet and Wild concealer.

I was a modern-day Oompa Loompa. 🤦‍♀️

My eyes glazed over, as promise was run over by the 80-year-old lady, white-knuckling the steering wheel, pulling up to the window at the pharmacy drive-through.

By the time I had turned 21, my skin was no better than I had started at 13. The only thing that became smaller was my tolerance and my wallet.

As my budget increased on products and possible treatments to try, so did my acne.

These painful, horrible red splotches stayed for weeks on end and were worse than any white or blackhead. Just when I thought I was healing, 3 more popped up in its place.

My hands got antsy, and I started picking, only leaving me with brownish scars, redder cheeks, and no more answers than I had when I started this battle.

In addition to my rosy complexion, I had small, white bumps on every inch of my skin making it feel like rough sandpaper.

Who knew all this time that this was the answer?

I happily told others of my new found fix, until new problems started surfacing. Not only did I gain about 10 pounds, but for the first time in my life, I had a yeast infection, which was incredibly gross, irritating, and painful.

I found myself once again back down at the drugstore for my new problem.

One hurdle down, now I had to handle my newly developed pounds.

I only thought this was my problem, when not but a month later and again, for the first time in my life, I developed a bladder infection. 

After the purchase of about a case of 100% Pure Cranberry Juice (not your Ocean Spray cocktail, this stuff will make you say pucker up buttercup), prescription antibiotics, and bladder pain relief pills that turned my pee orange, I worked through the trauma of my new found issue.

About two months later, I acquired another bladder infection. This became a new staple problem I had to deal with every other month. I started to order cranberry pills by the dozens on Amazon.

About 9 bladder infections later and upon digging, I found that my current birth control had side effects a mile long including the possibility of bladder and yeast infections. This was just one of the many byproduct possibilities of what it was doing to my insides.

I walked out of the building bitter, as shiny posters of the brand of birth control I was taking gleamed at me, decorating the office of my OB-GYN.

I started talking to my friends about any of the birth controls they were on. One was on another kind that made her gain 50 pounds, another was on one that made her feel crazy and empty inside, another almost caused her marriage to end because of the anger problems she was now experiencing, and another acquired acne when she went on her birth control.

Looks like we had all traded one problem for another.

It seemed there was no good answer to my birth control dilemma and after my 12th bladder infection, I discontinued using it, and no, I never had another bladder infection again.

With the discontinuing of the birth control, I said goodbye to clear skin, hello breakouts. Not only that, but I gained more weight again and lost even more confidence.

Years past by and by my late 20's my acne had once again migrated to a new location on my face, my lower cheeks, jawline, and forehead, and shoulders. 

Defeated thoughts clouded my brain that I was never going to figure this out.

I would be meals on wheels biggest customer. It seemed to work out in my head until I remembered I had to go to work and had a life to live.

If countless doctors, pharmaceutical companies, and traditional products didn’t give me answers, then I knew it meant one thing, it was going to have to come down to me and my approach.

Because no ONE cared in the last 16 years that I hadn't fixed my issue...

And honestly... 

I was sick spending money on products that didn’t work... I mean, I spent 16 years trying to find the solution but nothing, NOTHING has worked until this point without having any side effects...

I felt hopeless… 

However, I started researching acne and its causes... As well as 

And surprisingly it HAS nothing to do with changing your pillowcase or any other BS you've found online by now...    

The number 1 reason for it is... 

Fight the bad bacteria...

But while they're actively trying to get rid of the bad bacteria, they get rid of the good bacteria too!  

Let me ask you a question...

Have you felt this squeaky feeling after using skincare products? 

This actually causes an imbalance on your skin... which causes more breakouts. 

Within a few months, my husband started seeing small improvements on my skin and would encourage me to continue doing what I’ve been doing. 

This encouraged me to study it even further until I had it down to science… 

I’ve discovered natural ingredients that we don’t have here in the US, flew to countries like Norway, France, Italy with one goal and one goal only… 

To make an all-natural formula that would help women around the world heal this terrible condition… 

The formula that would fight off bad bacteria,

nurture the good one and balance oil production on the skin. 

After using the products myself & healing my breakouts completely, my friends started to ask me if I could make some more products for them… 

I’d got to a point where I would get hundreds of orders every month from my friends only…