I Went to the Dermatologist for the First Time at Age 38

By Harmony Hobbs

For most of my life, I mistakenly believed that the dermatologist was something reserved for the wealthy. My mother never went. In fact, the only people in my life who visited the derm on the regular were either riddled with acne or had so many injectables that their faces ceased to move. I was blessed…

Harmony Hobbs
Harmony Hobbs

Harmony Hobbs is a freelance writer who navigates the waters of motherhood without any grace or finesse whatsoever. She began her blog (Modern Mommy Madness) because writing costs zero dollars and therapy costs a lot of dollars, and has continued to self-medicate by writing down all the things that she can't say out loud. Harmony is a fan of coffee, wine, and very sturdy undergarments, and can be found on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.

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