My Skin Story … And Why I’m an R+F Consultant

I think a lot of people in my life were surprised when I told them I decided to become a Rodan + Fields consultant. “Why?” they asked. Let me tell you.

I’ve struggled with my skin for more than half my life. It was like puberty hit, and the zit fairy came to town for good. In sixth grade, a kid called me pizza face. That sh*t stays with you.

Accutane at 16 followed by several rounds of microdermabrasions helped kick it in the butt, but I still struggle with maintaining a clear complexion to this day. Let’s just say looking in the mirror and being embarrassed with what you see is an awful feeling.

I always said that if I had any medical inclinations (I don’t) I would be a dermatologist, so I could help others who had similar struggles. But that dream was simply a “what if” thought. Instead, I just gained a strong interest in investing in my skin, learning about different skincare products and most importantly, learning makeup tricks to hide my problematic skin.

A girl I used to work with has been a consultant for two years, and her posts always intrigued me. The before and after pictures she shared of people’s personal results with acne, wrinkles, etc., were incredible. What if those products were what I had been searching for and I was too stubborn to ask about them?

So one day, I got the nerve to message her on Facebook. And I’m so glad I did. After a few conversations and MANY questions, I decided to take the plunge. I began using the acne Unblemish regimen, liked what I saw within the week, bought a business kit and decided to never look back. It was a 60-day empty bottle money back guarantee. What did I have to lose?!

Opie is very proud of his mommy

Before I go any further, let me put this out there. I absolutely love my career. I’m a full-time Account Manager—just got promoted, woohoo!—at a communications firm and love what I do. It’s fulfilling, keeps me busy and makes me feel valued every day.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to be challenged in different ways. To learn a new skillset. Meet new people. Be embraced by a new group of women who are entrepreneurs all with very different backgrounds.

So far, I’m having a blast. If ever that should change, I’ll reevaluate it. But all I know now is my skin is glowing, people are noticing and I’m a part of a brand that has become the No. 1 premium anti-aging and acne skincare brand. It’s broken international boundaries and is on its way to No. 1 overall—who wouldn’t be a part of a successful business like that?!

If you don’t care about me becoming a consultant or don’t want to learn more, that’s fine. It doesn’t bother me. If you think I’m crazy, you’re probably right—but for different reasons I won’t go into here. 🙂 If you want to learn more, shoot me a Facebook message. Or visit my page:

I’ll be sharing my own results soon. Until then, thanks for your support.


Opie’s Story

It was a few weeks after the holiday rush had ended, the family get togethers died down and the long stretch of winter was ahead of us when Nick and I had a moment when we realized … we were bored. We had nothing overly exciting to look forward to, and we were ready to shake things up a bit.

Fast forward to a random Sunday when my mom and I were out shopping. I had to pop into Pet Co. for some food and litter for our precious Timmy. A rescue was set up with a number of dogs and I fell in love with a little lab mix named Daisy. I knew I couldn’t go through with adopting her though, because we had not talked about getting a dog (correction: we hadn’t talked about getting a dog as soon as that day), and my husband wasn’t there to make the decision with me. It just didn’t feel right.

But I left that store with my cat food, litter, a toy and an OVERWHELMING sense of panic. It hit me like a brick wall. I needed a dog.

Nick had begged me since we moved in together two years ago for a dog. But something held me back. We didn’t have a yard in our apartment. Timmy would be upset. We didn’t have time to train a puppy. You know how it goes. When you’re not ready for something, you’ll come up with 50 excuses as to why it’s not a good idea.

So when I told Nick I wanted a dog, he didn’t allow time to pass for me to rethink my decision. We spent the next few days looking up rescues for puppies and young dogs. Through my search, I ran across this face:


And it was over.

Nick and I picked up Oliver (now Opie—inspired from our favorite Sons of Anarchy character) on a cold, snowy Tuesday night in January. We drove down to New Philly with a collar, treats and a stuffed toy, and the second I laid eyes on that dog, I knew he was ours.

Opie turned our lives upside down for a while. Being only 8 weeks old, we had many a sleepless night, learned to spot clean our carpet in under 2 minutes and listened to him howl in his crate until I was brought to tears (I think Nick was on the verge once or twice too). But raising him has also been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I can only imagine the sense of contentment children will bring if I’m this happy with a puppy.

Now, three months from when we picked him up, I’m drinking coffee while he peacefully sleeps next to me. Our family room is scattered with toys, our floors have pawprint patterns on them (despite cleaning three times more often) and the circles under my eyes are a little darker. But the love and compassion he’s brought to our household is more than worth the mess that comes with it.

Opie came to us just when we needed him. And I often find myself thinking … who saved who?


We love you Opie.