I have always had a mundane relationship with my skin. Our relationship was pretty standard: it asked for things, and I delivered. During the brutal winter, it was parched with thirst, so I delivered the thickest moisturizer I could find. In the summer, oil would secrete through, so I upped my exfoliating and tried my best to keep my pores clean. It was always a calming push and pull, until the calming seas of the Caribbean changed that.