Obsession with supplements runs in the family. My grandma’s bathroom counter is stacked 3 rows high of various bottles. I think she’s had some of them since I’ve known her (aka 26 years aka my whole life). My sister, at age 20, had one of those SMTWTFS containers to keeps track of her pils, the kind my grandma probably should have.
I came across DIM in the comment section of Into The Gloss, where all good beauty tips lay in wait. The comment was inconspicuous enough, something like “Try DIM!” which I grasped onto like leeches on the boy in the movie The Amazing Panda Adventure (I saw this once when I was ten and I am full on SCARRED). So naturally I started reading Amazon reviews and decided I had to try it.