Here’s a little something about me you may never glean from reading my posts.
I have acne.
I’ve been told my acne is “adult acne.” Perhaps I should feel better I wasn’t told my acne is “immature”, “sophomoric”, or “could apply itself more”.
The way I see it, adult acne is an oxymoron. A painfully embarrassing and recurring oxymoron. The moment one pimple disappears… a new one takes its place overnight. No matter how you phrase it, it sucks. Nothing can make me feel better about my acne except getting rid of it.
I should go see a dermatologist but the last time I saw a dermatologist about it, he sent me home with antibiotics. Those got rid of the acne while I was taking them, but it came back the moment I stopped. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure no one should take antibotics forever.
Oh, yeah, and I have no insurance. Good luck finding a pro-bono dermatologist. I’ve looked. They don’t exist.
I have tried many things:
Gluten Free diet (effective but expensive and difficult for me to maintain)
Antibiotics (bad for liver. As you may glean from my posts, I need my liver)
Pro-Activ (Too harsh for me)
Tea Tree Oil (ineffective for me)
Harsh chemicals (I’m sorry, the only way harsh chemicals get into my system is through Dorito form)
Benevolent Unicorn that touches its horn to your face and all your skin problems are solved (only Cate Blanchett and Kate Winslet have met this unicorn, and they’re not telling anyone anything)
I got to the point where I’d basically given up. I was resigned to always having this cluster of acne on my chin. I tried to look on the bright side and not let it ruin my life. I counted my blessings. I still have nice eyes. That is, if your gaze isn’t focused like a lazer beam on my chin.
Up here, fellas!
Men, am I right? Oh…and everybody else in the world? Staring at me? Wondering if I also have adult braces to go with this adult acne?
At least that’s the way I felt. Very embarrassed, exposed and unattractive.