I am a self-professed lip balm addict. ’Tis true. I’m convinced it all started when I was a little girl and used to eagerly await getting that strip of Bonne Bell Lip Smackers in my stocking each year.
These days, this is my favorite brand, and I still use a lot of it. I love the way it tastes, feels, and the condition in which it leaves my kisser. Good stuff. Most of the time? I manage to avoid chapped lips. Even through the sunny days of summer and the dry indoor heat and biting wind of winter, I fare okay.
But about two weeks ago now, I was suddenly dealing with chapped lips that no amount of balm would cure. Seriously– OUCH. And icky. I kept slathering the stuff on, but it wasn’t making a dent. I was chalking the whole thing up to hopeless. Until I found the cure.
Do you want to know what completely cured my chapped lips and left my mouth smooth and fresh and happy? Are you ready? It’s a super fun cure– I promise you. The cure is this:
An extended smooch-fest with hubby. Five o’clock shadow not required, but useful nonetheless.
I’m not kidding. I never would have believed it. Quite frankly, I didn’t FEEL much like kissing given the state of my lips. But I’m ever so glad I got over that.
Got lips that could use some exfoliating? My advice is you skip the washcloth/toothbrush/etc. advice and grab your man.
He can thank me later.
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