My mother looks the same as she did when she gave birth to me some 32 years ago. Olive complexion, perfect skin, deep-set almond eyes, perfectly straight white teeth. She has an hourglass figure even after 5 children and despite being only 5'2", she has legs that go up to wherever. Her weight has fluctuated slightly, but she's never been even close to overweight. She's 48. And she turns more heads than I do. I should say that with pride, but I have to admit I'm a little jealous after having been in her shadow all these years.

I unluckily managed to inherit my father's skin, allergic to the sun, eczema in winter. Acne sprouted like polka-dot colonies all over my face from grade school until well after college, although it may or may not have been that bad towards the end. It left its mark on my face, however, mainly by it being a little scuffed, but exhibiting its survival with modest pride. I actually went through it all over again during the first few months of my pregnancies! Yuck!

Any acne survivor has probably taken great care with preserving their face. Only certain products can be used, or else, attack of the killer pimples! We also keep our skin hydrated properly without going overboard, because a wrong step in either direction could be fatal. My secret to balancing the ph of your skin and clearing up breakouts fast was learned too late but I swear by it. Any time you get a breakout, use water with a little apple cider vinegar as a toner. This is so cheap and it works for everybody regardless. If you have a teenager at home going through what I went through, try this on him/her right before their bedtime. It really does work.

I thought after what I had to endure with acne, I deserved at least a 10-15 year break before being victimized again by a new predator: wrinkles. I was wrong, because I don't remember many smooth days in-between. After having my two kids, I was sleeping a lot less and started to notice I looked more tired than usual all the time. Smile lines were developing and ironically enough, made me look like I was scowling! And a line split my forehead reminiscent of, well, my backside. And I'm thinking, this can't be happening to me. I'm getting wrinkles before my mother will. How cruel life is.

That was about 4 years ago. I have spent so many hours scouting the internet for a miracle cure, home or store-bought. I bought a dermabrasion cloth, though it helped slightly it was not enough that anyone besides myself would notice the difference. For crying out loud, the thing claimed to have the ability to remove tattoos! I expected it could take at least the top layer off my sagging skin. I bought an electrical device that was supposed to make my face firmer. Either it didn't work or I wasn't using it properly. Every time a new method failed, I reminded myself I was one step closer to something that actually worked. I am a tough cookie and I never give up. What did I have to lose, anyway? I probably have at least 50 good years left in me, if not more, and I want to spend them looking drop-dead gorgeous!

I started taking Omega-3 fatty acids. I can't say for sure if they worked, but my joint pain went away and I did notice my mood was elevated. Maybe my skin felt a little softer, just maybe.

Alpha hydroxy acids proved to be one of my greatest helpers. I bought Vaseline Intensive Care lotion with AHA (alpha hydroxy acids)that I used both on my body and face. It really did help, although it's very strong and definitely not for sensitive skin.

But the real keeper I haven't even gotten around to revealing yet. It not only got rid of ALL my wrinkles, it also got rid of my stretch marks. I knew I had a bonus coming somewhere. It's so good, it even has a money-back guarantee. For my secret, click on the link below: