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As we age, our skin becomes thinner, drier, and more fragile.

Collagen, elastin, and sebum—natural elements that protect and hydrate skin—

decline over time. Too many hot showers and harsh soaps can strip away the skin’s

protective barrier, causing dryness, itching, and irritation.

Experts recommend 2–3 showers per week for people over 65. This keeps you clean while preserving skin health and moisture.

Shower smart:

Use lukewarm water

Choose gentle, moisturizing cleansers

Keep showers under 5 minutes

Pat dry (don’t rub)

Moisturize right after

Taking care of your skin is part of taking care of yourself—especially as you age.

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