I worship at the altar of ZitSticka KILLA

ZitSticka Killa Patches, £27

Disclaimer, on the surface (pardon the pun) I have very good skin. It’s more good complexion, though. It’s even so it gives the illusion of being immaculate. But no. Oh no, no no no. When I get a spot I get a huge, hormonal, hurty one. You know, the horrible disfiguring kind that blights my confidence for the week that it remains resplendent on, invariably, my chin. And since they blight my chin, imaging the festering opportunity that #masklife presents to all the bacteria waiting to block my pores. It’s unpleasant, to say the least. 

I have previously loved (and still do) La Roche Posay Effaclar spot corrector. I have dedicated a post to it in fact, but this treatment patch is next level. 

Instructions for use:

Wait for the telltale signs of new threat looming. That horrible throb that is unmistakably a big one brewing under the skin. Or, if your skin isn’t quite as dramatic as mine, a bump, a red area, an ordinary early stage spot.

RUN to your box of KILLA ZitSticka patches, do not walk time is of the essence. You need to attack while your spot is least suspecting. 

Clean area with tingly, reassuringly active salicylic acid + tea tree swab before carefully applying the transparent patch over the top of the lurking spot.

Wince slightly. It’s not that it hurts, it’s the thought of tiny microdarts delivering all the active ingredients to the centre of the threat, and yes, you do feel it, but in a good way. If you’re like me, you will press it harder to wince a bit more.

Sleep. (or try to, you’ll wake up every few hours for the baby but the ZitSticka will remain.

Wake up, peel off sticka before you even open your eyes, tentatively feel spot but spot. Is. gone. Or, depending on its severity, spot is significantly reduced, downgraded from horrendous under the skin lurker to ordinary, much shorter life span, coverable blemish.

I worship at the altar of ZitSticka KILLA