Let's talk about skin. Mine's awful. It's oily, and 'acne-prone' doesn't even begin to cover it. You know what else doesn't cover it? Makeup. No matter how much skin-colored stuff I paint on, you can still see what I'm trying to hide.
I'm bringing this up because The Stories of A to Z hosted an awesome link party last week, called Get Your Face On. Maybe you saw it? A whole bunch of beautiful, brave ladies bared their faces and showed Before and After pictures of them getting ready in the morning.
We're talking uncensored, real pictures of their naked faces. Then they gave their best beauty tips.
I didn't participate. And I'm mad about it. Because even after 13 years of dealing with acne, I am still too embarrassed to be seen without my makeup on.
I've never had clear skin. Not since I was 12. And it defined my life. Which is stupid because, really? Who cares whether you have red spots on your face. It is definitely not something worth agonizing about.
I say this easily, but of course I don't really believe it. There is a
(I know, I'm married. This phobia needs to be updated.)
I assumed it would go away once I turned 18, and so I endured it (with extreme embarrassment). This was just some kind of cruel, twisted right of passage. And in the end, I'd emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon, become an elegant swan, etc. etc. Right?
But that didn't happen. Now I'm 25 (almost), and I'm worried that I'll soon be fighting acne and wrinkles.
You guys, I have a reoccurring nightmare about asking my grandchildren if I can borrow their pimple cream.
Well ok, that might be a lie. But now that I've written it, I probably WILL dream about it. Nice job, Helena.
At some point in the past 13 years I've tried every department store/infomercial/totally-awesome-home-remedy out there. I've done hours of research, changed my diet, changed my makeup (liquid, powder, mineral, etc), and used dozens of moisturizers. I've used toothpaste, people. I even went to a dermatologist and did the prescription thing.
I feel like the only thing left is hard-core prescriptions- you know, the kind that if you get pregnant while using them, legally you must abort the baby. And at this stage in my life, I'm not risking it.
Is anyone else dealing with this?
I know, dumb question. I'm sure a lot of you are. What are you doing to fight it/cope with it? Any words of advice/encouragement? Or would you just like to gloat about your perfect skin? Any and all feedback will be welcomed (and mildly censored).