Acure Organics is a family owned and operated company founded on sustainable principles to provide the highest quality fair trade, natural and certified organic personal care products. Their products are free from animal testing, parabens, sulfates, phthalates, synthetic fragrances, harmful preservatives and artificial colors.
Acure is offering their Brightening Facial Scrub, a $14.99 value.
This giveaway is open to 20SB members who are US Residents.
Interested? Enter this giveaway by telling us your most embarrassing skin blemish moment in the comments of this post by Friday, June 29 at 11:59 CST. The winner will be chosen using random.org and will be announced on Saturday!
Thank you, Acure Organics, for helping us celebrate our 5th birthday!
Note: Only 20sb members are eligible to win the giveaway.
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Definitely have had one of those “Oh hey, it’s photo day, and you’re going to get a huge zit across the face just in time!” And of course, I didn’t wear makeup then [even very little now], so those were not photos I kept. :/
I’m going with the time I had to ask a photographer to photoshop a zit off my face. So humbling.
I don’t know that I can pick just one. Whenever I look back at my pictures from high school and the couple of years after, I get embarrassed. Why didn’t anybody ever tell me how much of a pie-face I was?
Oh gosh. I remember getting asked to go out by a guy in college and the next day ended up having the hugest zit ever. I cancelled our date and rescheduled.
i was working as a grocery store checker and i had a huge zit on my forehead, and a lady in my line had the nerve to point it out to me, as if i didn’t already know it was there!! it was the worst.
I actually wrote about this one back when “LivitLuvit” hosted TMI Thursdays, so I’m copying from my old post: I was sitting at my desk at work, and I went to rest my chin on my hand for a moment (deep thought, you know), when I felt it. A burrower. A big, painful, sneaky little devil right on the most protrusive part of my chin. Blech! I started squeezing and picking and pinching and cursing this menacing little butthead, not even thinking to have a tissue ready for its grand exit from my face. And it rocketed. Exploded. Projectile launched out of my chin and onto… …um… Oh…crap. I lost it. I LOST THE ZIT. Never did find it, either.
I am horrible about wanting to pop zits and I used to use anything possible and once your kitchen tongs. I ended up with a huge scar in the middle of my eyebrows right before 8th grade picture day.
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