I’m not going to pretend I was a low-key bride. As much as I’d love to sit here and write about how easy, breezy, and nonchalantly sexy I was on my wedding day, that would be a gross misrepresentation. A month out from the day, I look back and can track 10,000 things I would have done differently. (Apparently, that’s normal.)
There is one thing, however, I fully stand by: my skin. The beauty and the beat. I look back at photos from the big day and I’m not afraid to admit I was glowing—and that it took a lot of hard work to get there.
Let’s rewind to three months before the wedding: I’m peering into the front camera of my iPhone, freaking out. My—normally pretty okay—skin was dull, crusty and red. I was stressed. My psoriasis was making a dangerous-looking comeback, creeping up on me fr