During the wild 60s skins were cigarette papers, not annoying members of the family who had boyfriend problems. And then of course there is skin itself. It accounts for 15% of body weight and by the time we reach adulthood we all have over 20 feet of skin that contains 11 miles of blood vessels. It’s the largest organ of our body, though stupidly smaller than the one in Westminster Abbey, and has three layers. Where would we be if we didn’t have skin? The simple answer is lying in a box at the front of a funeral procession. So skin needs to be looked after as diligently as very wealthy relatives who are approaching the ends of their lives because we’d benefit.
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