These #barefaced pictures never get easier.
I’m finally seeing a dermatologist today and I’m both excited and scared. Excited to hopefully get some answers and help. Scared because I feel like this is my last option to heal my skin and if it doesn’t work, I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do.
I always feel kind of silly talking about my acne like it’s the end of the world, because in the grand scheme of things - it’s just acne. It’s not going to kill me. It could be way worse. But while it’s good to always keep some perspective and remind yourself that things could always be worse, that doesn’t mean that your problems are irrelevant and you shouldn’t have feelings about them.
I’m always afraid that I’ll come off as vain or narcissistic if I complain about how awful my skin is because, let’s be honest, it has everything to do with the way I look. But I don’t care about how others see me, thats not my issue. I care about how I see myself.
I hate looking in the mirror when my face is covered in pimples. And you’ll never catch me in public without make up on when I have a bad breakout. I hate to say it, but my mood is largely dependent on how my skin looks. Which is awful! It consumes my life and I think anything that consumes your head space and life deserves to be acknowledged and worked on. Even if it is as vain as the way you look.
Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel good. And while you’re at it, say a quick prayer that I’ll get my shitty skin figured out🙏🏼🤞🏼😭