Lockdown face is a real thing. I will proclaim it from the (socially-distanced) rafters. I will shout it on the beaches (provided they are within my 5km). A combination of dull skin, increased breakouts and unmitigated existential dread, lockdown face is a genuine phenomenon.
These are not just the ravings of a hysterical woman who has not left the house in two weeks, though they are, in part, exactly that.
Now, Iâm not for a moment suggesting that if the current circumstances are showing on your face, making it a bit drab and unhappy, covering it up is a solution to any deeper problems. It certainly isnât. However, I know that when I wake up looking like last nightâs Bolognese dinner congealing on the plates Iâve certainly left unwashed, I feel worse if I stay that way. A bit of self-care and a touch of cosmetic enhancement helps kick the old dread into the ditch for a while.