Oil cleansing method (OCM) review
One month cleanser free.
First let’s review. If you didn’t read that post HERE it is. I went face cleanser free around the first of February and it’s now March. Soooo that’s a month-ish. 5 weeks I think. If you want to learn about the oil cleansing method read HERE. If you’re too busy to read either of those I’ll review:
In my desire to use fewer chemicals and strive for natural (not hippie-gross-stinky-don’t have soap natural just natural natural) beauty I stopped using ALL chemicals for house cleaning, for my hair and for my face. Well the hair experiment failed and we ended up switching to an organic plant based shampoo which I think we (that Man and I that is) are both happy with. Though to be fair I haven’t asked the Man what he thinks so I might be making all that up. But my hair is clearly the higher maintenance of the two and the Avalon Organics is working fine. You know, on the days I have time to do my hair and even notice. I started the OCM (oil cleansing method) in hopes that I would, as many users have reported, experience less breakouts and less oily skin. I’m pretty sure i have some of the oiliest skin you will ever come across and during PMS you could scrape the oil off my face and use it to lubricate your car’s engine. Swear. To. God. It’s that oily.
So I started this with cautious optimism. And terror. It’s all in the name of being a human science experiment people. You’re welcome.
Here’s what I use:
Well actually that’s one additional product and one missing product (almond oil pictured, tea tree not).
Here’s the recipe I went with for my Super Duper Epically Oily Skin:
1 ounce castor oil
2 ounces sunflower oil (the least pore clogging-est of oils almond of EVOO would also be good)
some drops of peppermint oil (5 ish)
some drops of tea tree oil (15 ish)
Confession: I don’t like tea tree oil. I know some people LUUURVE tea tree oil as a cure-it-all oil for everskinissueimaginable but I. Don’t. Like. It. I think it smells like eucalyptus feet. And my gramma had a eucalyptus tree When I Was A Kid. And I don’t like remembering just about anything from When I Was A Kid because sometimes things weren’t so great When I Was A Kid so this crap ain’t conjuring up any happy memories. I digress. I used it because it does have antiseptic properties and I hoped it might help with the Epic Cystic Menstrual Acne I have. Despite the eucalyptus feet scent. SO I put it in there and I prayed.
Dear Stinky Eucalyptus Feet Oil,
I put my utmost faith in your powers of healing. Please help my skin to not look 15. I mean let it look 15, but 15 like ‘smooth and soft and youthfully blissful’, not 15 like ‘I need a trip to the dermatologist for acne meds stat’ 15. Thank you for your consideration.
Here’s what happened:
I rubbed the concoction all over my face. I tried to take my time and luxuriate in it’s silky softness but you know the beh-beh was crying and it was time for bed and I was worried I might fall asleep at the sink SOOOO I just rubbed it all over with reckless abandon and called it good. And then I soaked a washrag in HOT water and put in on my face. I let it sit as long as I could. You know I was supposed to let it sit until it was cool. Uh huh. Sure. No. So I left it until I could no longer tolerate the screams of the abandoned children (they weren’t screaming really. Much.) and then I did it again. And again. I made SURE to get all of the oil off my hairline and all that business.
And I went to bed.
And I did it again the second day. and the third day. And on the fourth day God created, oh wait, wrong thing. On the fourth day I threw my other products away. Moisturizer. Cleanser. Even the dove soap. Gone.
I’m SOLD. Stick a fork in her folks, she’s done.
In a month I’ve had ONE pimple worth mentioning. My skin is NOT OILY during the day. I mean it’s oily but it’s oily like a normal person not like someone dunked my face in a vat of motor oil.
And because I love you and I’m dedicated to the betterment of all man(and woman)kind I will now show you my face.
You may note: I am a not too distant relative of Spock. SO it may seem (Please read that in Spock voice). Interesting fact about me #73: My mother has a chunk out of her right ear. Weird. This is just one of many weird things about me. I’m positively abnormal. Also I’m not wearing makeup. Just in the spirit of disclosure.
Further note: I did not wear my hair up for like 35 years because I hate my ears. Especially the one I’m showing you. Then my husband, before he was my husband, told me he loved my ears and thought they were downright adorable. I mean he’s the guy that would buy the three legged dog or the crooked Christmas tree but hey, he thinks they’re CUTE. My ears. The object of no less than 13 years of relentless teasing through school. Hm. Power people. Words have power. Say something nice to someone. They listen. Soapbox session ceasing. Thanks for playing along.
Now that I’ve shown you my face let me tell you this… My skin looks better. Better than usual and better than it did before I started. I do NOT wash my face in the morning. This was a HARD thing to transition to. In fact, for about a week I was washing in the morning with Bronners and not doing OCM every night (I got lazy. Because I was tired. Can I get an amen?). And oh NOOOO. Bad things happened. I got a HORRIBLE dry spot on my right side that was even PEELING. And I got a pimple. That’s right the ONE pimple I got during the last 5 weeks was when I WASN’T using OIL.
I know, totally weird right.
In the spirit of my ever promised disclosure, I’m going to tell you I was less than skeptical about this, but I’m sold. I can’t promise what it might do for your wrinkles (if you even have any) and it’s certainly not any miracle clock turning back formula. But I will tell you this, when my granny died she was two months shy of 90 years old. She never used wrinkle cream and she worked picking cotton in the sun for the greater part of her life and she had some wrinkles. And I don’t mean like 20. I mean her face was a map of wrinkles she wore with pride. I’m gonna get old. I’m not trying to stop the clock, I’m just trying to let in move forward in a healthy and happy way. This is more than worth a shot.