CONFISCATED?
Not My Glow.
Myriam — 29, chronically late to boarding gates but never skips moisturizer.
It started like every “this flight will change my life” type of trip. Fresh blowout, tote bag full of dreams, and a carry-on bursting with skincare. I had planned it all — the red-eye routine, the in-flight sheet mask (don't judge), the perfect “land and glow” effect. But one thing I forgot? The 100ml rule.
THE SECURITY MELTDOWN
I was that girl. The one who tries to negotiate with the agent while pulling out bottle after bottle from her clear pouch. Myserum? Tossed. My cleanser? Banned. My moisturizer? “Too big.” The skincare heartbreak was real — like watchingyour favorite lip gloss fall into a street grate.
But just as I was about to board bare-faced and broken, I remembered: my minis.
Before Noon. Pillow Prep. Midnight Glow.
Tucked inside a side pocket like tiny, loyal soldiers. Under 100ml, TSA-approved, and — thank the glow gods — stillwith me.
THE MINI MIRACLE MOMENT
There’s something magical about applying your serum in an airplane bathroom with two inches of elbow space and a lineforming behind you. My skin didn’t just survive the flight — it thrived. Hydrated, soothed, glowing-on-arrival. I emergedfrom customs like I had a 12-step routine in first class.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY?
Never underestimate the power of a good mini. They’re not just cute — they’re strategic. Travel-tested, barrier-approved,and always ready to slide into the tiniest clutch, side pocket, or airport miracle moment.