Some days are easier than others. Some days I feel ugly and like I don’t want to leave the house or show my face at work or even with my friends. Some days I feel confident as hell and throw a sharp wing on and go out and enjoy myself. Acne may not seem this important or life changing to some but for others who struggle like me, who have spent hours on google looking for answers and have spent too much money on products that don’t fucking work, it is like a monkey on my back at all times. This day and age where everyone is obsessed with looking their best and having the most flawless ANYTHING gets to you mentally. It’s a battle most of us fight silently because we just don’t take selfies, or use layers of filters on pics so no one notices, or cover our faces with makeup hoping no one will notice the dozens of bumps that lie on our faces, when in all reality we just have to come to peace with ourselves and stop giving a fuck if anyone thinks acne is beautiful or not.
Sorry for the long rant, but I’ve just been feeling so down about my skin for the last few months when there was a glimmer of hope late last year that my adult acne might finally be gone. I am in the process of accepting myself, and I want everyone to remember that what we perceive on social media isn’t always the truth.
