Five years ago, I honestly thought I'd be clear by the time I was 21-years-old, but I'm not. In fact, I still have acne and it's gotten worst.
I thought life would be so peachy keen when I got clear. I'm not, and will never be clear from acne. As much as I invest in skin care for my inflammed skin, my body just won't respond.
For a long time, I wished for clear skin. When I felt that wish was no where close, I replaced that wish for good mental health. I read about learned optimism, happiness, and all the topics on psychology I could to keep myself from getting deeper into depression. Reading about psychology concepts saved me, but I still needed to work on myself.
All that hard work to keep myself mentally afloat worked for the most part, but I still needed to face my reality. I always knew I was socially awkward because I hid myself from the world; to protect my Retin-A plastered skin from the sun, I stayed indoors; I talked to a few friends, but I was constantly afraid they'd see the real, ugly me so I hid. I was deathly afraid of failures and mistakes that I couldn't learn from them.
When I stopped hiding, I saw myself through the most objective view possible. I am socially awkward, I am soft-spoken, and I can't form coherent sentences. This was not a result of acne, but the result of the lifestyle I led because of acne.
Now I see myself in an objective lens. I try to not to cry about my skin. I'm choosing to focus on improving myself, and that means thinking positive. I don't know when or how I'll get clear, but I do know that as I encompass myself in positivity, maybe those positive feelings, habits, thoughts, or what have you can help me be clear.
I used to think I wish I had clear skin, but I'm becoming more bold and confident to live now.
I still want clear skin. I will have clear skin. One day, someday soon.
Edited by Daphnis, 21 January 2012 - 05:17 PM.



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