I am in my thirties, I work from home, and I still get acne. Not the dramatic teenage kind. The quieter, more frustrating adult kind. The hormonal spot that appears on my chin exactly on schedule. The clogged pores around my nose that never fully clear. The occasional flare during a stressful week when deadlines pile up and my skin decides to register its protest visibly. I have tried a lot of products over the years. Some because they were recommended by dermatologists. Some because an algorithm decided I needed to see them seventeen times. Some because I was genuinely desperate at 11pm and added them to a cart without…