“If She’s That Good, Why Does She Still Have Spots?”

Yesterday, the kids and I were out the back having a chat—mostly about football and the usual bits—when the topic turned to “spots.”

It’s been a rare gem of an Irish summer—warm, dry, plenty of time in the sun. And I noticed my little girl had a dusting of freckles across her cheeks.

I said, “Look at you, more spots on your face!”

She wasn’t thrilled with that. Bit taken aback.

So I softened it, “Mine are acne. Yours are beauty spots.”

Then my son, with the kind of honesty only kids can get away with, jumped in:
“But Mam, what if your clients think, if she’s that good, why does she still have spots?”

And wow. That one landed.

Not because I hadn’t thought it before. But because I have. More times than I care to admit.

That voice that whispers, “You work with skin—shouldn’t yours be flawless?”

But here’s what I’ve come to realise: my acne doesn’t take away from what I do. If anything, it’s part of what makes me better at it.

Because I’ve lived this. I know what it’s like to feel like your skin is telling a story that doesn’t reflect who you are inside. I know what it’s like to try product after product, hoping this one might finally help. I know the frustration, the doubt, the ache of not being seen.

And I’ve made it my mission—not as a ‘skin expert’, but as someone with a deep, lived interest in skin health—to learn everything I can. I’ve studied the anatomy, trained in medical aesthetics, tested and trialled so many treatments. But more than that, I’ve sat across from women who just want to feel like themselves again.

That’s what I bring into every treatment. Not just a drawer full of Obagi or the latest tech. But compassion. Real-world experience. And a strong sense of what works and what doesn’t.

So yes, I have spots.

And maybe—just maybe—that’s exactly why I’m the right person to help you with yours.

Felisa x