Admittedly I’ve had a great run with my skin. Because it’s naturally dry, I hardly ever have break outs. On the odd occasion I do, it’ll be one or two tiny pimples with a narrow sea of red surrounding them. While living in warm and sunny Perth, my dry skin was ridiculously low maintenance. But since moving to Melbourne’s chillier climate, it’s copped a beating. I’m talking dry, flakey texture, clutters of pimples and red blotches that spread across my cheeks and chin to make it look like some kind of alternative beard. Safe to say, it’s been a nightmare.