Dealing with Acne
Along with tons of other teenagers, I struggle with acne. It didn't start until I was around 14 or 15 years old. With each passing year, my skin got worse and worse. It became a crippling insecurity of mine; it got so bad to where I would lock myself in my room and not want to see my own family. I was so afraid of criticism and stares I would get, even though I would preach about not caring what people thought of me. I was a major hypocrite then, and to be honest I still am. I go on about loving yourself and not being ashamed of things you have no control over, yet I catch myself drowning in shame almost every day. It’s a very hard thing to live with, worrying every single day if I’m going to break out or not. With acne, there are no warning signs, nothing that will prepare you for the breakouts, it just gets thrown at you and you have to deal with it. I especially have an issue with acne specifically because I can’t control it.
