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Vanity Trumps Sanity

The pursuit of beauty has been known to go where no man has gone before.  Easily crossing thresholds of rational thought and logic.  Sometimes, these journeys have met with great measures of success, and at other times, with immense bewilderment and jaws agape.  Certainly, though, all have captivated and held our attention. Here, I highlight those which, to me, represent the epitome of cray cray. (1) The hairy armpit. Why, oh why.  I first saw a woman with thick bushes there in 2008, back in my hometown of Kuching.  She was from China, Beijing to be precise, and after striking up a conversation with her, I discovered that the province from whence she hailed, found the notion of underarm hair, incredibly sexy.  Fast forward to 2014, to the hairy armpit selfie movement growing ever stronger in the mainland.  Where women post pictures of their fuzzy (often dyed) underarms across social media platforms to support their rights  to shave (or not), propagating the concept that women need not be hairless to feel confident and beautiful. I …

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Skin Matters: How I Healed My Face Post Angioedema

If you’ve been following my IG feed, you may have noticed some posts wherein I talked about a horrid face rash. As it turns out, it was more than a face rash.   I had an allergic reaction to new antibiotics which led to acute Angioedema* which, in turn, caused me to go into anaphylactic shock around a fortnight back. I couldn’t breathe and was gasping. Thankfully, I was actually at the doctor’s that very moment and they were able to administer an epinephrine shot. Dramatic, I know. Post that, my face has been a field of redness, swells and welts. That’s the angioedema speaking. The image above is how I looked after a stint at the ER and several hours of being fed steroids intravenously. Before my face poofed up. Before I looked like I had mumps and resembled an Asian dumpling, which is just about what I see in the mirror right about now 🙂 but inflated face aside, I am SO pleased that all the redness is now gone. My skin is …

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Sheet Masks Are Taking Over

Fright Night, it might appear at first glance, but in truth, a sheet mask is possibly your face’s latest (perhaps bestest) BFF.   Glorious contraptions of every permutation and formula, designed to offer immense treats for the face, in the name of hydrating, brightening, tightening, lifting, nourishing, purifying, and everything in between. No matter the skin condition, there’s certainly a sheet mask poised to address it. Does that signal the death of the beauty salon industry? No, I doubt it but I do foresee a decline in the popularity stakes as many women, such as myself, grow increasingly appreciative of the benefits of applying sheet masks at home. Comfort. Privacy. Convenience. Practical. Picture this. Experience spa quality treatment in between writing a blog post, in the quiet sanctuary of my space. Over and done with in half an hour, max. Not all of us are at ease stripping off make-up in the presence of others (read: me) nor can we invest vast amounts of time in pamper-me-time, on a regular basis. We’re all busy, busy, …

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My Fab Five

Earlier this year, I shared my Style Agenda with you. Some of you might recall how poorly I’d been treating my skin for the past 40 odd years (guilty as charged of going to bed with make-up still on, at least 5 nights a week). Since then, I’ve made it a point to really step things up and protect my face from the onslaught of age, and I do believe I’ve come a long way since that eighth day of January. Fact: I’ve only gone to bed with make-up on once. And forgot to use hand cream a scant three times. Fact: I slather on the various creams and serums and everything in between, religiously, each morning and night, without fail. Does it therefore mean that I now qualify to be a part of the beauty obsessed movement? My man thinks so, each time he glances in the direction of my burgeoning stash (never realising there are loads more safely ensconced within the protective folds of bedside table drawers, shhh). In the spirit of vanity …