"I grew up with magic in my hands."
My grandmother made strawberry masks in her kitchen. Herbal ice cubes for my face. Tea from flowers we picked in the forest. Everything came from her garden.
But then I grew up and forgot all of it.
I spent years buying every cream that promised to fix me. Every month, I'd take multiple painkillers just to get through my period. I was so disconnected from myself I didn't even realize how tense I'd become.
The more products I used, the more I needed. I wasn't nourishing my skin - I was numbing it.
Then I moved to Bali, and everything shifted. The island didn't heal me. It reminded me. That barefoot girl with glowing skin was always there. I just needed to stop running from her.
So I went back to my grandmother's wisdom. Honey. Oats. Ingredients I could recognize. Slowly, my skin calmed down. My body relaxed. I remembered what it felt like to trust myself again.
That's why I built ANICCA. Not to sell you more products. But to remind you - your skin isn't broken. It's just overwhelmed.
Come home to yourself.