A teenagers prespective on Acne
As if the mood swings, growth spurts, and school changes weren't hassles and frustrations by themselves, I had the misfortune of having acne. Very bad acne. It started early for me, and is still an annoyance to me today. I remember being in middle school, and learning how to put on make-up so I wouldn't be embarrassed by my skin condition, because it seemed like every other girl had flawless complexions.
It didn't take long for me to get discouraged with covering my blemishes, because all make-up seemed to do was make my skin look dry and discolored. Not to mention, it made my acne worse than before. I ended up going to a dermatologist and being prescribed creams and pills, none of which worked for my skin. Acne lowered my self-esteem, was uncomfortable, and I got pretty sick of it after a year or two.
Somehow, it's never been something I could get used to. I still have it today, and some days are worse than others. But I always think, “Hey, it could be worse! You could have to do it all over again!”
Shannon