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NeoStrata Foaming Glycolic Wash

Many people read reviews before making online purchases. Very normal. However, when they see that someone received a product free of charge, many also assume the review is bogus. Nope. Not true, not for me anyway. Yes, I received this product in exchange for my honest review, but let's face it...this stuff is freaking awesome!
***I'm actually seeing a more even tone, smaller pores, and clearer skin

With key ingredients, glycolic acid, lactobionic acid and antioxidant Poly Hydroxy Acid, this powerful foam face wash is ideal for just about anyone searching for a healthier complexion. By removing surface dirt and dead skin cells, NeoStrata's Foaming Glycolic Wash encourages the renewal of cells. 

Using it morning + night for the last couple of weeks, the claims to fight blemishes, reduce pore size, and smooth away fine lines and wrinkles are true. Formulated with 18% Glycolic Acid and 2% Lactobionic Acid, even though the potent pH balanced cleanser is not recommended for sensitive skin, the soap-free, fragrance-free, dye-free, and paba-free formula doesn't leave my skin red, irritated, or dehydrated. I'll definitely keep using it! 

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