Those Aren’t Blackheads: How to Clear Up Sebaceous Filaments
EXPOSING what you THINK are “blackheds” when they really aren’t.
Note:"I always thought I had blackheads until I realized it was SF!"
You’re fed up with pores that always look wide open and dirty.
But professional extractions are only giving you temporary, unsatisfying results.
Why are your blackheads so stubborn?
Those dark pinpricks may not be blackheads at all.
They may be sebaceous filaments!
What Are Sebaceous Filaments?
Sebaceous filaments are long, slender structures that form in your pores.
Usually, they lie hidden within the skin. But sometimes filaments can become visible in your pores.
This gets them confused with blackheads, but the two are quite different.
Blackheads are a form of acne caused by plugs of oil and dead skin blocking your pores.
Sebaceous filaments are a normal part of your skin.
They help oil reach the surface, moisturizing and defending your complexion.
But if you have very oily skin, sebaceous filaments can become swollen and give your face a pockmarked, uneven finish.
Sebaceous Filaments vs. Blackheads: How to Tell the Difference
Color: Black or gray pores are a sign of blackheads. More neutral colors like brown, yellow, or off-white are probably enlarged sebaceous filaments.
Texture: Run your fingertips lightly over your pores. Do they feel bumpy or smooth? Blackheads will stand out from your skin, while sebaceous filaments will not.
Structure: When extracted, blackheads look like solid, congealed plugs. Sebaceous filaments are more likely to release a loose string of white or yellow paste.
5 Treatment Tips for Sebaceous Filaments
You can’t get rid of sebaceous filaments, since they’re a natural and useful part of your skin.
But you can minimize their appearance for a more even complexion.
1. Use an oil-based cleanser.
It sounds crazy, but oil cleansing can help dissolve extra skin oil in your pores.
Our Radiant Cleansing Nectar includes jojoba oil, which cleanses, hydrates, and balances your skin for a natural finish.
2. Follow with a toner.
Toners can help minimize pores, so you 100% want this in your routine.
As a bonus, our Luminous Complexion Toner also fights blemishes with the rich healing properties of comfrey and Kakadu plum.
3. Exfoliate to keep pores clear.
Exfoliation helps prevent pore blockages and keep oil levels moderate, so your sebaceous filaments don’t get swollen.
Little filaments are invisible filaments!
4. Don’t squeeze or extract your pores.
Besides causing scars and inflammation, squeezing can damage pores and leave them wider than when you started.
Sebaceous filaments refill quickly anyway, making extraction a vicious, endless cycle.
5. Finish with a clay mask.
Clay masks are perfect to detoxify and degrease the oily depths of your skin.
Don’t have time for a mask every day? Actually, you do!
Our Clear Skin Elixir is worn overnight as you sleep, infusing your complexion with nutrients while French pink clay draws out impurities.
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Feel Like There's No Way To Get Rid Of Acne Or Breakouts?
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I'm Going To Share My Personal Story Of 16 Years Battling Acne
And How This Unique Formula Finally Helped Me Win
(And Helped 306,632+ Women Do The Same)
I looked over at my mom. A tear ran down my cheek. “This is ridiculous,” I said to her, throwing my hands in the air: “I’m almost 30 years old and I have the skin of a sweaty teenage boy who hasn’t showered in a week.”
I Was Looking For Any Sign Of Change
I walked over to the mirror and studied the very red and very irritated bumps on my face one more time. I squinted and thought to myself, I think I see a difference.
I was excited; I had just started using a new cream that others swore by, that had been praised up and down on the forums. Maybe this was finally it, the holy grail of creams, the one I had been waiting for.
Weeks went by, and optimism gradually faded to fear, then disgust, and finally, anger. My newfound cream was a dud, added to the pile of half-used tubes hiding in the back of my drawer. So many questions filled my mind, each one more puzzling than the last.
“Why can’t I figure this out?”
I had been battling acne on and off (but mostly on) for 16 years. I had been to the moon and back trying to fix my skin and was desperate for something, anything, to work.
I had heard every name in the book –– from “pizza face” to “Rudolph.
At 13, I rode my bike to the local drugstore to buy makeup and zit cream.
I would lather my face with Clean and Clear products hoping that, by some miracle, they would whisk my puffy whiteheads away. Just like that, I’d be able to forget about this whole pimple problem.
And they did make me forget about my zits. Because I had a new problem.
The flakes and dusty layers of skin I developed made me look like a prime candidate for a Head & Shoulders commercial.
Back down to the drugstore I went. One by one, I purchased every variety of cream, gel, pad, strip, and wipe in the skincare aisle. And, one by one, they each created some new and troublesome skin problem.
Each time I shopped, I was more and more drawn to the makeup section, with its gleaming bottles and colorful promises.
Pictures of models smiled out to me, saying that I too could have beautiful, radiant skin, no strings attached – all I needed was foundation and concealer. Who could resist?
I happily took my basket to the counter and smiled as I delightedly 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’m not sure what was worse: the patches of red from my nose to my chin, or the orange lines along my jaw and hairline from my caked-on Wet ‘n’ Wild concealer.
I was a modern-day Oompa Loompa. 🤦♀️
It could never last.
Getting my mother to take me to the dermatologist was like pulling teeth, but after much whining, she conceded.
My new skin routine consisted of a nurse brushing on a tingly, itchy glycolic peel and a prescription for a cream I had heard good things about.
Promise filled the air as I happily handed my newly scribbled doctor’s note to the pharmacist at Walgreens.
Minutes later, he gave me my package and muttered, “If this doesn’t work for you, there are hundreds more creams you can try. Talk to your dermatologist, and have him write you a new prescription if this one doesn’t do anything in the next few months.”
My eyes glazed over. The promise that had been prancing around minutes earlier was run over by an 80-year-old lady, white-knuckling the steering wheel as she pulled into the pharmacy parking lot.
By the time I turned 21, my skin was no better than when I had started at 13. The only things that had changed were my tolerance (lower) and my wallet (slightly improved).
As my budget increased for 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 one was healing, 3 more would pop up in its place.
My hands got antsy and I started picking, leaving me with brownish scars, redder cheeks, and no more answers than I had when I started this battle.
And to make matters worse, in addition to my rosy complexion, I had small, white bumps on every inch of my skin, making it feel like rough sandpaper. Nothing was helping.
Dreams of clear skin became distant and unlikely… But I wasn’t out of ideas yet.
Back to the doctor I went, this time with hopes of a new cure: birth control. So many birth control brands had ads about their fantastic results peppered all over the internet. I was already sold. Besides, at this point, what did I have to lose?
The nurse practitioner was happy to give me my prescription, along with a sample of the newest wonder birth control, guaranteed to clear up any acne issues.
Not too long after I began taking it, my skin cleared up.
I was dumbfounded.
Who knew, all this time, that this was the answer?
I happily told others all about my newfound fix––until, that is, some uncomfortable new problems started cropping up. 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 yet again at the drugstore for yet another new problem. But a yeast infection can be defeated.
One hurdle down, now all I had to do was handle my newly developed spare tire.
I still thought the added weight would be my only real problem, when, not a month later, for the first time in my life, I developed a bladder infection.
With roughly a case of 100% Pure Cranberry Juice (not your Ocean Spray cocktail, the real stuff that’ll 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 latest issue. Fine. Settled.
Except that, about two months later, I developed another bladder infection. And then a few months after that, another one. It became a new staple problem I had to deal with every other month. I started to order cranberry pills by the dozens on Amazon.
9 bladder infections later, after doing a little extra digging, I found out that my current birth control had a list of side effects a mile long, including the possibility of bladder and yeast infections. This was just one of many possible uncomfortable byproducts of what the pill was doing to my insides.
But, boy, did I have clear skin.
Was this a price I was willing to pay?
I made an appointment with my doctor and told her about my new ongoing issue and my theory that it was associated with my birth control.
She refused to consider the birth control as a possible cause, and her solution was to write me a new prescription for an antibiotic that kills bacteria (both good and bad) in the body.
I was to take this, indefinitely, along with my birth control.
She wouldn’t even write me a different kind of birth control prescription, saying that if there were no other side effects, I should stick to the one I was on.
As I walked out of the building, surrounded by shiny, gleaming posters for the brand of birth control I was taking, I couldn’t help but feel bitter.
I started talking to my friends about the birth controls they were on. One was on a pill that made her gain 50 pounds, another was on one that made her feel crazy and empty inside, another was experiencing anger problems so bad that they’d almost ended her marriage, and another friend had actually developed acne when she went on her birth control.
Every option came with an unacceptable side effect or compromise.
If I was a birth control Goldilocks, no porridge was just right.
After my 12th bladder infection, I discontinued use of the birth control. And no, I never had another bladder infection again.
When I dropped the birth control, I said goodbye clear skin, hello breakouts. Not only that, but I gained even more weight. My confidence was shrinking down to nothing.
I was heart-broken and miserable. I thought the battle was over and I’d lost.
By my late 20s, despite all the money I had poured into (well, spread onto) my skin, my acne hadn’t improved at all. If anything, it had migrated, spreading to new locations on my face, lower cheeks, jawline, forehead, and even my shoulders.
I was defeated. I was never going to figure this out.
The lines I heard from so many dermatologists and doctors––that “I’ll grow out of it,” that “It really isn’t that bad,” and, my least favorite, “I’ve seen worse,”––infuriated and discouraged me.
They had no answers, and I had no patience. This was all getting far too old, and I was getting tired of hearing myself complain.
I felt like a wounded soldier in a battle that had been rigged from the start. I wanted to retreat.
I mean, I could live in my pajamas, right?
I would be Meals on Wheels’ biggest customer. If Tom Hanks could make friends with a dodgeball, so could I. I worked it all out in my head… until I remembered that I had to go to work if I wanted to keep my apartment, and what’s more, I had a life to live.
I had a little fight left in me after all.
If countless doctors, pharmaceutical companies, and traditional products couldn’t give me answers, then it was going to have to come down to me.
Because NO ONE cared that, in 16 years, I hadn't fixed my issue...
And honestly?
I was sick of spending money on products that didn’t work. I mean, I spent 16 years trying to find the solution but nothing, NOTHING had worked up to this point without serious side effects...
I felt hopeless.
But I started researching acne and its causes...
And, surprisingly, it has nothing to do with changing your pillowcase or any other BS you've found online by now. Really.
Most solutions that exist in the market are
made for one thing and one thing only...
Fighting 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 ever felt a squeaky clean feeling after using a skincare product?
This is DAMAGING to your skin!
What those products are doing is actually causing an imbalance on your skin, which then causes more breakouts.
This realization only pushed me to do more research. It was all starting to come together…
Scientific research, books, and consultations with the doctors were all leading me in the same direction.
Soon enough, I started experimenting on my own skin with the products I created…
Within a few months, my husband started seeing small improvements on my skin. He encouraged me to keep doing what I’d been doing.
Those tiny steps forward encouraged me to study even further until I had it all down to a science…
I’ve discovered natural ingredients that we don’t have here in the US, flown 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 while promoting good bacteria and balancing oil production on the skin.
After seeing my results, my friends started to ask me if I could make products for them too. It got to the point where I was getting hundreds of orders every month, just from my friends…
Fast forward to today: We have over 306,632+ loyal customers that are enjoying their healthy, glowing skin.
But what’s more important…
They have the confidence to leave their house, go to work & enjoy social events with their friends…
It actually works!
But don't take my word for it...
Here’s What Our Happy Customers Say
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