I got to spend my teen years blessedly free of breakouts. Through college, I had a blemish every now and again. Right around graduation, maybe a little before, I noticed an uptick in spots. Then, I moved to New York City, current reigning champ of America’s dirtiest metropolises. It’s the only city I’ve ever lived where you can step over a puddle of urine only to accidentally step on a rat–pray it’s not one of the rabies kinds.
Needless to say, my skin worsened. More