“Shine the light on whatever’s worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation
It’s been almost a year.
A year of what exactly?
A year of my skin progressively getting worse, and worse over time.
For some a year is a pretty long time
For other’s it’s short.
It felt like during that time, I couldn’t remember anything from the past.
Like the times when I wore no make-up to work.
When I didn’t feel as if the first thing noticed by strangers was my skin.
When I felt comfortable and confident just having the occasional two spots on my skin.
When I wasn’t paranoid thinking that when people looked at me, all they saw was an insecure acne riddled girl.
To me, within the space of 365 days, I’d forgotten everything.
Pretty terrible I know.
And with my acne, like all things, it started off small.
Two bumps on my cheek.
Which I popped, like I’ve done so many times before.
Then something different happened.
The two bumps came back, bigger this time, AND they brought two other friends with them.
So again, I thought, no big deal.
Popped them again.
But like a bad ex, they kept coming back. Continue reading