this skincare saved me once—
smoothed the rough parts,
made me glow
in ways I hadn’t felt before.

I called it a miracle.
kept using it
long after it stopped working.
long after it started
making my skin worse.

because once,
it healed me.
and I thought that meant
it always would.

but one day,
I knew—
I can't hold on
just because it once made me whole.
I can’t keep hoping
it’ll heal me again.
so I let it go.
walked away.
that was the day I woke up.
the day I chose myself.

then I tried something new—
something gentler,
something right for who I am now.
and suddenly,
my skin felt alive again.

that’s when I realized:
it was never just skincare.
it was comfort,
it was memory,
it was fear of letting go.

but healing isn’t meant to hurt.
even when it once helped.