Dry skin is a sign of aging. Thank goodness I got super oily skin. It’s so oily I’m sometimes worried that Royal Dutch Shell, Chevron or Saudi Aramco wants to install oil rigs to harvest liquid petroleum hydrocarbon from my face. I sometimes want to enlist myself in the Guinness Book of World Record for having the face with the most sensational and over-productive sebaceous glands!
My tremendously oily skin is attributed from a deep-seated source. Its Nengkoy’s (my mom) bizarre food cravings when my astonishingly gorgeous cells were rapidly multiplying inside her womb. She craved for “kakang gata” (pure coconut milk)! Nengkoy claim, profess and testify that she would love drinking kakang gata straight from a bowl.
Here in the Philippines, pregnant women’s weird food cravings (or “paglilihi” in Filipino) are a big deal. We have this notion, regardless of whether such belief has scientific basis or not, that what a pregnant woman craves somehow has an effect on the developing child inside the womb. It’s like the precursor and fundamental backbone of the child’s DNA mutations and chromosomal translocations.
Because of such craving with unexplained correlation to a child’s appearance, I am the offspring with the lightest complexion among Nengkoy’s children as attributed to the color of coconut milk. However, as we all know coconut oil is extracted from coconut milk. And in my specific case, the DNA malformation of Nengkoy’s funky pregnancy cravings happened to have localized right on my face.
Due to this, I learned to accept the fact that I never failed to include the oil blotter film, oil-controller-facial-wash and facial toner for oily skin in my grocery list. And having a dry skin is the least of my worries.
Buti na lang ‘di sa bao, bunot o bukayo.