Behind Melian House

Growing up, the camera was an unforgiving lens. We didn't have filters, just the raw, real evidence of what you describe as a flaw. My acne wasn't merely a skin condition; it was a silent, relentless force that was detrimental to my development as an individual. It was the root cause that chipped away at my confidence, muted a naturally bold personality, and subconsciously fostered an introverted retreat.

The battle was exhausting. I relentlessly pursued a glimpse of clear skin, trying everything from the early, prescription-only Differin to Murad, ProActiv, and then Accutane. Becoming an esthetician was not just a career choice; it was an overdue calling fueled with passion, empathy and the desire to help everyone feel confident by glowing in their own skin. (No filter, No make-up)