I usually convey to folks that I became a magnificence author by prospect, but if I glance again on my skin treatment evolution, the vocation would seem a little more fated. I invested in my first “anti-aging” moisturizer when I was 17 — usual now, decidedly bizarre in the late-aughts — immediately after a facialist explained to me, in a tone almost conspiratorial, that it was under no circumstances way too early to commence. Insert to that my Northern California sensibilities (I gathered essential oils as a youngster, stirred them into bentonite clay masks when I strike adolescence, and now take in intel from good friends who make their living…