#tumeric soap

[authorlatoniabutler]

[honeytonedhottie]

Hi do u have any tips to deal with really bad hyperpigmentation? Thank u :)

hi anonie, here are some products that i researched that are good for hyper pigmentation 💗

tumeric bar soap

vitamin C

glycolic acid

sunscreen

here's another source if ur interested : 20 best products for hyperpigmentation

[unicornjoking1111]

Hey if It's not bothering to you, i want to ask you a question about how did you manifested lighter skin, i mean my story is same like you but around that i also have desire to have lighter tone, cz i Don't look gd in THIS tone also i Don't have a good features also I'm fat, so i really desire to be lighter and skinny and beautiful, actually when i used some fairness cream i became little lighter and i looked so beautiful cz this colour actually suited me, can you plz give you manifestation method,

Hi dear! I didn’t manifest it actually I would say I used products to change it..

I changed it because I felt good in this skin tone too I really liked the golden skin (not pale) it matched my features.. I am so glad people don’t change their skin tone just because others are forcing them too since I have faced a lot of racism because I was a black girl.. I used sandalwood soap since kid and it changed my skin tone and also recently I started using koijic acid soap orange one which is really famous these two really helped me with my skin and also gave even skin tone (which I was so insecure of)

I would best recommend these two I always use them and also it takes years I would say for sandalwood but koijic acid soap takes like two years maybe cause I am still using this for 3 months now and it worked wonders for dark spots

These two are enough and also use brightening lotion after using it cause the koijic one can dry out (also research about it before using please)

I also use tumeric (find one which doesn’t stain too much) plus yogurt combined every time which is good for skin and helps to reduce skin cancer and all and it also has brightening effects

(I just hope this doesn’t reach the wrong audience cause I am fine with talking about skin tone and all cause after all it’s just body at the end of the day and we are all just consciousness so why bother and just live the way u want to live and be happy about my body and I am so happy now that I look so beautiful.. it’s all our perception.. as long as you don’t change yourself for others and you change it for yourself then it’s all good)

And I have been skinny since childhood dear so I didn’t really think about fat except I have a little belly so idk about much about that so I would suggest you have an alter ego like that would help?

[rationalanimal]

I stopped using regular skincare and started washing my face with the turmeric tea tree bar soap from this shop (which is indigenous owned btw) and my skin is now clearer than it has been in years, and not dry either even though I’ve stopped using a moisturizer too. They also sell a Have a Nice Face Bar specifically formulated for your face that I’ve used too but the tea tree tumeric one makes my whole body so so soft and I like the simplicity of using just one product, plus tumeric is a great anti inflammatory and anti bacterial and gives my skin a pleasant sensation.

[k0kainek4tz3]

i think ive lived my whole life without tasting soap omg

im gonna eat my tumeric soap

[djglory]

tumeric soap from the africa store and not no damn tik tok shop sisters lol

[writingwrittenwriting]

When she appeared at my door, I was quite surprised. She was based off myself in many ways. Based off my family, and what I grew up knowing. I recognized her nervous hands as they fiddled with her sleeves. I saw my blood in her straw-like hair. The various shades of yellows and browns, dry and straight as the leftover stalks in the field after the tractor has done its job.

I welcomed her into my home, my face sombre. I knew she recognized me, for she had found me after all. But I looked nothing like I did then. I had finally found the energy and courage to cut off the long-straw hair of my family. Hoping to free myself from the shackles of my past. I had dyed it a fiery red to distance myself from my blood and symbolize my passion to fight. I had gotten my tattoo covered completely. Then I ran out of energy from hacking away at the ties of my family burdens while carrying the weight of my trauma and health. I lost my muscles, I put on much weight, my skin and hair was unkempt and I wore my pajamas all day now. I used to take pride in my well fitting and classy attire.

"Come, I'll make tea for us. You can wash the cups while I get the water ready." She doesn't know what to expect in social situations. Neither do I, most of the time. She had likely fretted over this encounter so much that her chest feels like an overheated lava lamp. I show her how the hot and cold words on the tap, the soap, and let her wash the mugs. I know she'll wash all the dishes just to keep her hands busy. I need the dishes washed, they've been haunting me. She needs her hands busy, and this makes her feel helpful.

"I haven't forsaken you, kiddo." I clarify as the hot water sputters into the tea pot. "I'm human too. I'm fail-able." I wish I could speak in pretty words, the fluent poetic fashion my writing takes. I wish I didn't stammer when I speak. That I didn't struggle with certain sounds. That my mouth didn't superimpose the wrong sounds when I tried to speak without careful thought and long pauses.

She looks at me, her face is tensed in a way that's hard to read. If she weren't neurodivergent, I'd say she was frustrated. But she is based upon myself. That face likely means she is just thinking and overthinking, and rethinking the meaning of the words I've spoken. The dishes are clean. That's one huge lumbering chore off my list.

"You don't write about us anymore. You were so happy to write about us back then. You had so many, you even wrote stories you didn't like just to practice writing us more. You had a plan for us, things were happening, and then you just stopped!" Her words are still stumbling and clumsy, but far more fluent and graceful than my own. Her words are made for writing. My words are for speaking. We speak different languages, even if it's still English. I find that interesting. A ding signifies the electric kettle is done. I pull out the wobbly kitchen chairs and turn to my "barista" station.

"What type of tea would you like? I've got a lot of choices. They all have health stuff too. The apple cider one has tumeric for my joints, the lemon has zinc and other shit to help with colds and immune systems. I have a fruity one for vitamin C that tastes more like hot juice, my favourite is the spicy one, it has ginger for my stomach! Or maybe mint and horseradish? It clears your nasal cavity like a dream!" Of course she stares at me, just like I didn't have many options as a kid, I hadn't given her many options in her early story. I grab my "default" tea for her. Red rose, an orange pekoe that was common growing up. It was often in the pre-made meals my dad got from his work, so we'd have them piled up in the cupboard. It can get really strong really fast, so I steep it and remove it for her before presenting the mug and a jar of honey.

"Here, this was my favourite when I was a kid. Let me know if it's not sweet enough, I'll give you more honey. Or if it makes your mouth feel all dry and icky, that means it needs milk." She is obviously baffled now, she didn't expect me to be like this. So personable, normal, not godlike in any way. She hesitates before sniffing the tea, it's still too hot to sip for her.

"Now, you want to know why I don't write anymore." I hum, starting off with the tone my dad used to use when telling me stories of the grown-up world. I sit back in the wobbly chair, I hate these fucking chairs, and I just enjoy the warm cup in my hands.

"Man, these chairs are squeaky. The screws need to be tightened." I shift and set my drink down, getting back up. I go to rummage through the drawer tools are frequently kept in. It's a fucking mess.

"Ugh, this drawer needs to be dumped and cleaned." I go to the sink and open the cupboard beneath to pull out a wide low bucket I have to take everything out of it first though. When I finally pull the damn thing out, I look back at the drawer. "I guess I could put all that crap in here to sort it. But I really don't want to scrub that drawer right now. And I'd have to buy a toolbox for all those loose bits." I groan and shake my head, setting the bucket on the cluttered counter. I start moving handfuls of stuff that's not a screwdriver into the bucket. My tea is getting cold.

"Uhm..." She looks so confused, I move from being on topic to off topic so much. She just wants to know why I'm not writing about her anymore. She wants me to pick her back up and grow her life and story. She doesn't want to be forgotten. I start moving pens onto the placemat she sits at, then give her a piece of paper.

"Here, test these pens and see if they work. You have to scribble circles to loosen them up." I demonstrate the pens to her before continuing the drawers chaos. She starts helping, struggling to try and communicate with me. I'm not making it easy. I don't find a screwdriver, I sit at the table and start sorting the items in the bucket into categories based on where I want to put them.

"I hate junk drawers, so fucking messy." I'm admittedly getting a little worked up now, I do have a plan for a change, but I am kind of going by ear with this. Thankfully she stops me before I have a chance to get frustrated and dump everything back in the drawer. My next plan was to dust the chairs, insist on sweeping, then end up scrubbing the floor.

"Why aren't you answering my question?" She asks, and I look at her dead in the eyes. My eyes feel dead.

"This is a small example of me every day. There are endless chores and tasks and things to be done. I have no energy to do them. I feel sick and tired all the time. There's bigger things I need to do, I can't keep track of everything. When I can't sit down and just have a cup of tea because I have to fix every problem and make every decision to do so, I don't even have the brain power left over to go online. Never mind write. I don't have the brain power to take care of myself, the energy to get the help I need. Everything around me feels chaotic and stressful. I haven't forsaken you, I'm just a fucking mess."

She stares at me in bewilderment. I'm supposed to be her creator. I'm supposed to be god, perfect, the creator, the planner, the one who creates fate. I sigh softly, feeling bad for her.

"I do love you, and I think of you a lot. But my life is so chaotic and busy. I can't create until I have the help I need to function. And that help isn't available to me. But that doesn't mean I've forsaken you. You are a part of me." I smile to her, offering my hand to her as a comfort gesture. She's awkward and confused about it, but once I hold her hand I give it a reassuring squeeze.

"You exist in little ways all around me. I promise, I'll come back one day."

You open the door and see a woman you recognise immediately: she’s the lead character of a novel you wrote years ago. And abandoned halfway. “Why did you forsake me?”

[ynkasflesh]

Skincare routine?

AM-

La Roche-Posay Effaclar Purifying Foaming Gel Cleanser

La Roche-Posay Effaclar Clarifying Lotion

AHA BHA serum

La Roche-Posay Effaclar Duo+M: Anti-Breakout Corrective Gel Moisturiser

Beauty Of Joseon Relief Sun Rice + Probiotics Spf50+

PM-

Kojic & Tumeric soap (mainly put this in the areas i have hyperpigmentation and leave on for like 2 mins) After the cleaner

Same products as AM (Except sunscreen)

Tranexamic Acic Serum (instead of AHA BHA)

[tnasoap]

Private Label Organic Natural Herbal Bath Soap

[lettucedloophole]

i got a tumeric carrot soap with literal carrot slices in it and i didnt know how to feel about that. well thats a lie. i felt like i wanted to eat the carrots but probably should not and i also feel like my shower drain is going to get clogged if i keep using that soap. i also also feel like i smell very strongly of tumeric... feels very clean but the carrot slices throw me off. scared for my drain so i have to stop using it. not going to eat the carrots either :(

[iwantjobs]

5/20/2014: Morning. Another night of sleeping with only 1 trip to the bathroom (before homeless living in a room, it was 3-4 trips). I wonder when God (the Sun for now) I will give me a job and a lottery and my own place. I pray every night not getting beatened, raped, and killed while living as a homeless parked in a very safe zone for my sanity and save money. My current anti-wrinkle regimen in the morning moving my anti-wrinkle tapes from around mouth at night to eyes in the mory. The yellowness is curry powder (tumeric powder) on my face at night because I have been exposing my skin to the sun living as a homeless. Trang's double-chin at 51.16 years old. Oh no booger. Took boober out and washed hands with soap and water.

[spooky-dawn]

Tumeric (gold) Coconut butter (white) with a charcoal kitty inside. Great gift for cat lovers. All natural vegan palm free. Support crafters & small biz. Owner of Baby got soap 🫧 Holla at your soap girl for orders. Can be made in a variety colors 🧡🤍🐈‍⬛🧼

[poppihearts]

no one will ever be enough

He smelled of cigarettes and tumeric. You smell of soap and mint. 

He was loud and dreadful. You are watchful and persistent.

He glanced at me once and never again. You stare.

But now, your face looks the same. And I can't remember if your voice always sounded exactly like his.

This was supposed to be different. 

But now, the person I begged you not to be is watching me burn alive.

I smell the singe of my hair and hear the tears sizzle on my cheeks while you watch, unfeeling.

And it begins to occur to me the person I yearned for doesn't exist in you. Or him.

It exists in the person reflecting off of your eyes.

And the person who doesn't recognise themself.

Because I can't expect you to provide me something I can't do for myself.

I have a bucket of water next to me. 

I have this whole time.

[vibrantrejuvenation]

Soap Turmeric: Vendor: Vibrant Rejuvenation Type: soap-tumeric Price: 20.00 This mild soap bar is made with natural turmeric using quality plant-based oils for their moisturizing properties. Nothing but the oils with farm fresh goat’s milk, making it even more gentle and mild. Packed full of essential nutrients and vitamins, goat’s milk soothes and hydrates even the most sensitive skin. Its gentle and nourishing properties bathe your skin in luxury. The milk naturally exfoliates your skin, leaving you feeling refreshed and silky soft. With a rich lather and warming aroma, this is one of the most luxurious bars of soap on the market.

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