Transform oily skin into smooth thanks to the beet wine

That is the name that everyone in the room worked before still call fun. Computer I xởi lởi capital, the fun, the bowel to skin so people often make jokes like that.

But other than the teasing Lam Zhao by sister, this time, I though outwardly make fun but in fact, the name of which is suffering massive heart. I don't what that room Deputy Chief was just a normal employee of the name firepower, but is so by my skin.

I have your skin oil from when the new big. Just slightly a little heat is the face I've nhẫy ball, even blush up made me feel incredibly inferiority.

Once the boss of visiting our Office, he commented on the work of each person, praise all casually enough cooking, before my work, after a compliment, he commented: "My Manager Who come who is creative and dynamic work".

I'm really glad and thank her mother for helping rid the polished nhẫy obnoxious day and again left me a simple beauty recipes that unbelievably effective.

Stopping a little, he looked in my face and then funny applesauce: "I work good, but slightly glossy skin?!". I blush of shame, embarrassment as the child caught the error. The saying seems to make out accidentally, swing in and looks for the closer of my boss accidentally touch the "pain".

The name "polished head" attached to me from there.

People get made fun of when I joke funny like that. Each call me by that name, people do look serious and severely broke up laughing. I also pretend to laugh with people but really dear mistreatment.

But even when I've found the "scroll" quit being her obnoxious oil skin then the other name is still attached to me. Our head is male, I don't care much to the fun, the tease of a sister should everyone as comfortable teasing me.

But not long after that, our current boss moved to a higher position, a new head was assigned on my room. She's also 40 but looked very young and dynamic. She had fairly dress gu with pretty standard stature.

And it is true that real accidental: She also have oily skin. Chalk layer on white face smooth, she doesn't conceal the pores are slightly to the T-section and always the ball up.

New and difficult, demanding near should still call people names and funny joke I being "required" fall into oblivion. No one dared open the mouth joke before I did any more for fear of accidentally head hear then agony.

People need to. Occasionally, I saw my sister put oil onto the paper. I also had that. Oil blotting paper is almost killed my relatives, li in handbags, on the desktop, in the bedroom, in the living room, and even the kitchen, where I also oil absorbent paper to be able to use at any time. I can't stand his face always nhẫy up his ball.

It is a major center of suffering, fears that massive inferiority that I always been torment. Not that I don't care about myself. On the contrary, I quite care for themselves, though not before that. My daughter love often care for more than his appearance, I is no exception.

While still a university student, as if before a meet, I'm just a girl "phaneesh phaneesh", didn't even know the lipstick, when heart vibration, I started to care about your skin and body, his hair.

Life habits, as people interested in themselves, people often find themselves many defects. I'm really very inferiority about your skin always smooth nhẫy up and find ways to spend it.

But when the school, go to work and prepare to get married, met my mother, my future husband completely abandoned new sort inferiority oily skin.

"Scroll" effective from future mother-in-law

Off the field, and the army quickly stabilize the work and thinking of the long term future than about his happy nest. The army brought about the launch of his parents. Troops home only two brothers, was the big should therefore, seal first, Military parents laid out pretty much standard.

Know when to go home, I brought a large pressure. Though quite confident that I'm a docile girl, ingenious and intelligent, outwardly well tube but I am still very worried. Military encouragement I much but I did not copy from the thrill and anxiety.

But contrary to what I imagined, Force parents back a comfortable and soothing. After the first meeting, doctor proved endearing to me and said I should regularly to play. From there, I to play Army home, chat, shopping and cooking with her mother.

Army mom only had two sons should since I came to play and care, again talking with the funny, your doctor treat me as a child, what he confided to me, gave me a lot. I see Uncle real close, just like her mother.

A Sunday in early summer, I and your doctor go cooking market. Pretty sultry Sun, my forehead sweat sheet working laboriously and as always, I nhẫy up ball face skin. I rushed to get oil from paper bags out, run to the toilet and wipe wipes, absorbent absorbent surface.

Not long after that, I have to repeat the action in this self-loathing. All was not over the eyes but you just look at my Army mom without saying anything. I know, throughout this summer, I will be back with oil absorbent paper, the morning after the sleep wake up, my face will smooth and shiny nhẫy up like grease and lubricating.

I must again suffering with skin has pores to out and what an orange peel. That's not that I don't care, I still regularly wash your face with warm water 2-3 times a day, I used the creams, just nobody had any effective creams hint is that I bought right of use.

I often judge a pretty thick layer of chalk to conceal oily skin. But the ice cream box, throw away all chỏng, stay tuned, there is new only used half the boxes that don't see results, I turned to the other better, so that my skin is.

I still have to stick with oil absorbent paper, still have to wear a "facade" nhẫy ball that I visualize that, if I add a little more fat, you presume will turn into a "fat" she phệ that just seeing the face only is known to be very rich in ... fat.

To fall is that we held the wedding should I as possible out of their skin care health. 2 weeks later, I came home, after dinner, cleanup is complete, the mother of army pulling me upstairs and gave me a small white bottle, beautiful, pretty, said it was "dedicated" to my greasy skin.

I'm curious, then your doctor and gotten away without telling me what is that any use is okay. Doctor told me to drink 2 times a day, each 1 tablespoon, holidays don't go where the evening can incorporate illuminate the face and drink.

Your doctor also told me that should limit eating hot food, eating hot food because there is quite a large impact to the operation of the oily glands. The gluxit substance rich food, animal fat and other stimulants, salt will also increase the occurrence of greasy glands.

I'm really touched by the attention of future mother-in-law. So far, I do not believe in the effectiveness of this type of natural cosmetics, as well as the "secret communication" ever but because of real concerns that too large, I would eagerly used.

But it's not just after one month of use, my skin has improved dramatically. Every morning, I no longer wake up with polished nhẫy anymore but instead is a dry skin is ventilated. Even during hot days, the skin I just ball up a little on the side.

I'm glad not to have squeezed ahead of great efficiency. Most of the drugs, I leave to the future mother-in-law please and curious to know about magic parents gave medicines. My mother laughed:

"This is nothing, get 100 g radish root pureed, mix with 400 ml white wine, here are recipes from her mother's childhood. That day, just like my mother's skin now ".

I look at your skin age 60 his mother's future husband and truly amazed at the white skin, taut and smooth. The mother said, drinking beet roots also help the skin to fresh chestnuts and more beautiful.

I'm really glad and thank her mother for helping rid the polished nhẫy obnoxious day and again left me a simple beauty recipes that unbelievably effective.

Now I we were married, my husband treated me like mother and daughter, what you also share with each other. The name "polished head" I hear that strange fun, do not see the bag anymore. I share the experience with her new manager and her sister donated a bottle of wine, beet roots.

After some time, she came to thank me and said: "May there is" head of polished ", I can confidently like you then." Me and my sister laugh big. Turns out, you know the name of my lovely.=