Dealing with cystic acne for over a decade has definitely left me feeling hopeless (and helpless) in the past. I tried everything: drinking more water, spending countless amounts of money on the next “miracle product,” monitoring my eating habits… but it didn’t matter. Every month, almost down to the exact day, I would wake up with cysts on my chin that were so painful that it hurt to smile. Not that I wanted to anyway—I was completely miserable.
It wasn’t until I had exhausted almost every effort that I discovered Mario Badescu’s Buffering Lotion. This little potion is specifically designed to help treat large, erupted areas. It contains B vitamins and amino acids to bolster healthy skin, as well as plant-derived ingredients to promote healing.
I was immediately drawn to the scent of this product—it has a very medicinal smell to it, and the milky consistency was definitely something different compared to the countless other products I’ve tried. After shaking the bottle and waiting for the product to dissolve, I dabbed a few drops onto clean fingertips and applied to my most painful problem areas. I immediately gasped—it was obvious that my skin was not used to the ingredients. My face started to tingle and, in some areas of eruptions, burn. Right when I considered washing the product off of my face, it stopped. I washed my hands and went to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my cysts had diminished in both size and redness. The instructions on the side of the bottle recommend using the product every other day, and after experiencing the tingling and burning the day before, I decided to follow that advice. After patiently waiting, I applied the product again and noticed that the cysts on my chin were almost completely gone over the next few days. It was a miracle!
Now that I’ve finally found my go-to product to deal with this pesky problem, I’ve stopped turning into a recluse the third week of every month. And to say that it’s improved my self-esteem is an understatement. Now, I can finally focus on perfecting that cat eye and blending my eyeshadow instead of worrying about that 13-year-old monthly problem that—literally—prevented me from smiling.