I have battled and battled with blackheads, dry skin, oily areas and cystic acne since I was about 13 years old and I’d love for this post to be about how I overcame my problems or to offer cures and solutions for acne-prone skin but it’s not.
I always wanted to be the girl in class who came in with her high pony tail, looking flawless with nothing on my face except a little bit of eyeliner or mascara. Instead, I was the one wearing a lumpy mask of foundation, concealer powder and heavy eyeliner to distract from the mountainous sores on my skin. I had tried every remedy there was too, hot water, ice, toothpaste, green tea, masks made of turmeric, masks made of coffee, skin-purify teas and almost everything else. I had even taken medication too at the age of 14 but after a few months of clarity, I was once again met with a familiar (spotty) face.
Even at the age of 19, despite daily skin washing rituals, gallons of tea tree oil and moisturising mayhem, I am still plagued with little itchy, sore blemishes.
But you know what? I’m cool with it.
After taking a step back from my own hyper-self-awareness, I realised that no-one was looking and if they were looking, they didn’t care. Why would they? I can probably count the times on one hand that I might have noticed someone else’s skin, and even then I never even gave it a second look or thought. So why would I be any different.
I also began noticing all of the times where I have probably exposed my skin to others without even noticing such as at the beach, festivals or a hot day where my makeup may have run off my face.
The me from 2 years ago would wake up before everyone else to ensure that I could quickly slap on some concealer or something and frantically put some makeup on as quietly as I could before my partner would wake up in the morning but now I couldn’t be less bothered about the little red amigos on my cheeks and chin.
Okay, well sure. I still do the face mask thing and sooth sore blemishes with tea tree oil. and of course I still moisturise, I’m not completely careless, but now I consider “good skin” to be about my perspective of myself.
Acne and spots do not warp your face or make you ugly by any means.
Accept that, just like a bad hair day, unshaved legs or wrinkles, these flaws are all part of yourself. They can be remedied, by all means, but they do not define you.
This was a short one but just wanted to share this little pimple of “wisdom”.